Hello, autumn…
Hello, autumn…
Just a reminder, I’m in Ozinki. Here snakes crawl under my skirting boards. I’m already looking for the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in the washbasin!
What a wonderful long rain! The window wide open: fresh air, wet leaves, night lights and their reflections.
Still, on a mental level this really is a very special day.
It seems this birthday will be remembered for being memorable for nothing. Which strangely matches my wish to spend it quietly and unnoticed…
For those who have discovered freshly ground coffee: don’t chase expensive varieties. I’ve chosen #Jockey for myself, Italian roast.
Back when I didn’t know freshly ground coffee, I drank only #CarteNoire. The best coffee among instant ones…
If a long black cable crosses your path, lift your feet so as not to trip.
If a writhing black viper crosses your path, then you really need to be careful.
Suddenly I realized that the long painting on the wall depicts the very same landscape I see outside my window — the steppe, a lake and a smoking town on the horizon.
If a shaggy black cat crosses your path at a right angle, it means it is perpendicular to you. (A pun: “perpendicular” is used jokingly in Russian to mean “indifferent”, so it also reads as “the cat doesn’t care about you”.)
Fresh white bread with a crusty crust, sweet black tea brewed from large leaves, the steppe and the sunset sky in a quiet lake… The taste of life.
For several mornings now I’ve been automatically waking up at dawn…
For everyone worried about the cat’s fate: sensationally, by dinner it turned out to be alive.
Is the cat still alive — the one that at noon lies almost in the same spot where it lay in the morning, as if accidentally shifted by someone’s foot?
A clear day, a light breeze, birdsong, Russia’s Day, the halfway mark…
The Kazakh cleaning lady reminded me a lot of the Chinese assassin from Johnny English 2
Returning to Twitter, I’d like to report that for the next six months I’ll be, on official duty, in the town of Ozinki, near the Kazakh border.
Facing with natural stone is like playing Tetris. You close your eyes and keep thinking about how to fit one stone to another.
Ah, these electronic means of communication…