The Desire And Duty Conflict

The desire and duty conflict has overtaken me again. The reason prompts, that the duty shall win, the soul – desire . This internal conflict torments me, but it is inevitable. Alas it is inevitable … You can do everything, but it is only useful or only pleasant. One of this two. Only one of two again … Always - one of two …

Abandon Hike Instead Of Silent Evening Promenade

Well, I met, a friend, as well as I aspiring to diversify grey everyday life of working and studying. We went for a hike to the places of “ the fighting glory ” and came at the deserted cement plant, that’s under the Palace of pioneers. About an hour we wandered on ferro-concrete constructions of a different format and size, were lucky enough to see the traces of the different subcultures representatives had being here, in these penates of bums. There were no regrets about changing our languishing evening promenade to this short abandon hike.

Cemetery On The Khortitsya Island.

When I went to the Upper Khortitsya through a dam for some times I always saw a cemetery on The Khortitsya Island. It is on the hill just at the right coast of Dnipr. Today I glanced on the Sich and near a little bit lower visited this cemetery.


In general it’s an ordinary cemetery of the Soviet epoch (burial places, are mainly, since 1967). Well, interesting is its location,


some abandoned graves and the atmosphere. It was quiet and philosophical, breathing with eternity even in spring and in spite of birds singing.

Why Are Diaries Kept?

Why are diaries kept? There is a wisdom, that even the most secret, confidential and personal diaries are being kept for somebody to have them read. What does it turn out? Is it something like a spiritual or intellectual striptease? Interesting … By the way, it can be a banal desire to tell the thoughts and feelings? This way as a matter of fact all the same, who will listen to it … And the paper, she will listen anything … This way it turns out that people write a diary for themselves. And the others anyway, sooner or later, read them from idle interest …

Only Praying Rescues...

The old darkness again rises to heart. The sky - ceases to be blue, the sun - bright, notice only evil and nasty things. The rage and apathy alternate. Living is unpleasant and, even, disgusting. Only praying and reading of the Holy Bible, thank God, rescues from the bottom of the devastation.

Spring Realism

The day began excellently. It is already warm in the street, everything is green around, birdies are singing. The spring has come! And my favorite vanilla smells from the nearest bakery. It is so joyful, it is so good. I came home, my American friend wrote in Twitter: « RIP Kurt Cobain April 5, 1994 ». Rest in peace Kurt, it is a pity, that you are not with us on this wonderful day.