Several years ago, sitting on suitcases, using in apartment the big boxes instead of bedside tables, and, with a sinking heart expecting signing of the next long-term working contract of months on six, imagined, that I will make that Day when I will receive the Permission to constant stay in the treasured foreign country.
Hardly the architect, by request of Prince Konde the erected Renaissance lock with magnificent park in 70 km from Paris, could assume, that after centuries, having passed through revolutions and numerous wars, this picturesque ensemble becomes the largest in France Centre d’Entrainement with stables and a modern hippodrome on which the French Derby is played.
Osminozhki
Ours the neighbour in a summer residence in Kratovo, in settlement «Old Bolshevik», Abram Lvovich, liked to roast in a worldly-wise small pig-iron frying pan shkvarki. If I ran by, me invariably treated - hissing, skvorchashchimi, is direct from a frying pan. And then mum ran for me with a top crust of black bread, sentencing: «Zaesh, zaesh! They very fat and fried!»
If I was born in Switzerland in village, kilometres in forty from Basel, I would own a horse and a pony. The horse I would take together with myself to Berlin and would arrange it in a stable near to airport Schönefeld. My pony would be already by then in advanced years, and I would leave it at parents in village.
On an immemorial theme “survivals of the woman in labour collective” are written innumerable articles in “Cosmo” and the other glossy magazines, generously decorated photos of the models dressed in "business" suits, shifonovye blouses and hairpins, and also containing a great lot of "valuable" advice about that, “how to twist the boss”, “to construct successful career”, and what to do, “if the chief – the stinker”.
We leave a stronghold four-stars tsivillizatsii. Two o'clock in the morning, the beginning of the third, we catch a taxi to reach to bus station «Upper Egypta». The bus to Luxor is promised in three nights. At this time days in streets of Hurgada of tourists it is not visible, windows of numerous gift shops are dark, but brightly shined cafes and snack bars for local where the life proceeds often enough come across. Men sit inside or in the street, smoke a hookah, many look in the TV suspended under a ceiling. Only one men.
To tell the truth, to us too already was to spit on and not come winter. In day we departed to Sri Lanka! Couple of years ago islet has covered with a notorious tsunami, consequences from which are notable till now. And still Sri Lanka are a jungle with hordes of mosquitoes, rice and tea plantations, Buddhist mortars continually, elephants, buffalo s, impudent monkeys and break roads. And here in such country we were soaped three together in individual round. And at all then about it have not regretted!
Marginal notes, sketches, sketches, sketches, preparations, strokes to a portrait
The woman at stadium
I talk to the cosmetician, she with the husband has decided to show to the seven-year son, that such football at stadium.
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For quite some time now to me began to seem, that my life loses any value if at least its small slices do not remain in the written down form. Words have started to appear on turns of draught listings of scientific articles which I in a chronic mode write on work. At me it is a lot of turns, they never will come to an end, I never will manage to use up them. I have written my first diary almost one year ago, and it was called New York diary. The innocent whim has strongly become a habit, and here again something is written, and to name to me it it would be desirable so: «the Diary of the Wife». For me the best time to write is time of flight and therefore, the best place is the plane. In any other place I precisely will have doubts: «Instead of whether to be engaged in something more useful?» But the plane takes dispersal to fly up, on the next armchair at a window near to me the husband, and, thus, flies up the diary name is completely justified. Well, have departed!
Several years ago the big revelation was to learn, that the grandfather the Frost comes at all for New year, and a fur-tree put not by New year, and gifts give at all for New year.