Every human longs for peace and love.
Every human longs for peace and love.
Every human longs for peace and love.
The photo below shot from my window. I love the view at any weather.
One bright sunny morning I saw far away three fishermen who enjoyed themselves in a very dangerous place: on the edge of the pond in the middle of the 18th tee of the Pocono Manor golf course.
Fortunately, some golf balls were flying in my direction and they were safe at that moment.
I photographed the fishermen and went away thinking about love between generations and wonders of new discoveries.
I don’t know if there are fishes in the pond but I am sure that there are hundreds of golf balls in it.
Love to children always helped me to stay optimistic.
Add to it a memory of a warm sunny beach and I feel very good despite cold and nasty wind at the moment.
After many close doors and rejections in my life the simple word welcome has extraordinary meaning for me.
In the photo below (taken at the entrance to the Carriage House at Pocono Manor) I see love and kindness, beauty and history of this wonderful place.
Dear friends, I am 81 today!
I had hard time lately (pneumonia +).
Thank God, I am alive and recovering!
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
I thank everybody for love and friendship!
I thank wonderful people of medical profession!
I still need their help and your prayers!
Best to all of you!
Soon my wife and I again will move from summer to spring. We are looking forward to it. Why? Please read the old post below and you will understand. Please click on “original” to see photos.
Best to you!
Not too long ago I published the post FROM WINTER TO SUMMER.
Several months passed. We had wonderful time in Hollywood, Florida.
Now is time to move from summer to spring, from 84 degrees in Hollywood to 65 degrees in Queens, from palms to blooming magnolias, from our friends here to our family and friends in New York and New Jersey.
It takes only three hours to come from summer to spring and to enjoy wonders of New York City. In a week we can walk in the Central Park, we can go to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral, we can visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Life is wonderful! You don’t need to be a millionaire to enjoy it! Just walk and look around you, smell flowers, soak wonderful views, greet people with smiles, listen to laughter of children, to music in churches, in some buildings on the 5th…
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In June of 2014 I published my first and only play “Love and Moscow Derby”.
I hoped that many thousands from all countries will read and enjoy it.
Surely, everyone thinks about love, many people love horses and everybody is a gambler.
However, so far the play did not go viral.
Today I reread the first act of it (only love, no horses) and liked it very much.
What’s going on?
Please read the first act (only 234 words) of my play “Love and Moscow Derby” HERE.
If you like it please don’t hesitate to reblog, retweet or share it in any other way with your followers.
Go for it!
Yes, we can!
In 1903 fourteen years old Anna met seventeen years old Nikolay. She wrote poetry since she was 11 and he published in 1902 his first book of poetry.
In 1905 Nikolay first time asked Anna to marry him. However, they married 5 years later, in April of 1910. Before marriage Anna wrote to her friend: “…I believe that it is my fate to be his wife. Whether or not I love him, I do not know, but it seems to me that I do.”
The couple honeymooned in Paris. In September of 1912 their son Lev was born.
Before marriage Nikolay extensively traveled in Europe and Africa. From Wikipedia: “Gumilyov was fascinated with Africa and travelled there almost each year. He explored, helping development of Ethiopia, … and brought to the Saint Petersburg museum of anthropology and ethnography a large collection of African artifacts.”
At that time Nikolay published two more books of poetry. While in Paris he published a literary journal and there one Anna’s poem was published.
Soon after marriage Nikolay started to rebel against its restrictions. At the end of 1910 he left Anna for a six-month trip to Africa. Anna wrote to a friend that Nikolay “lost his passion” for her.
During Nikolay’s absence Anna became one of founders of the Guild of Poets. Her magnetism and allure attracted many great men. It is known that Anna had affairs with some of them.
Nikolay also was a founder of the Guild of Poets. To illustrate their ideals, he published two collections of poems,The Pearls in 1910 and the Alien Sky in 1912.
In 1912, the Guild of Poets published Anna’s book Evening..
Anna was recognized as “a new and striking young writer”.
“The Rosary …appeared in March 1914 and firmly established her as one of the most popular and sought after poets of the day.” (from Wikipedia).
At that time she “became close friends with Boris Pasternak (who, though married, proposed to her many times).”
In July 1914, Akhmatova wrote “Frightening times are approaching. Soon fresh graves will cover the land”.
On August 1, Germany declared war on Russia.
Nikolay volunteered to serve in an élite cavalry unit. For his bravery during the war he was awarded two St. George crosses.
His book of war poems The Quiver was published in 1916.
In 1917, when Russian Revolution started, Nikolay was in the Russian Expedition Corps in Paris. He returned to Petrograd (Saint Petersburg). There he published several new books of poems.
In August of 1918 Anna and Nikolay divorced.
Soon after divorce Anna married prominent assyriologist and poet Vladimir Shilejko.
She later said “I felt so filthy. I thought it would be like a cleansing, like going to a convent, knowing you are going to lose your freedom.”
There was no cleansing. She began affairs with theatre director Mikhail Zimmerman and composer Arthur Lourie.
Nikolay In 1919 married Anna Nikolaevna Engelhardt, a daughter of a well-known historian.
Three years after Anna and Nikolay’ divorce Nikolay was shot with 61 others for conspiracy against the state.
“Terror fingers all things in the dark,
Leads moonlight to the axe.
There’s an ominous knock behind the
A ghost, a thief or a rat…“
The case against Nikolay Gumilyov and all others was completely fabricated and all victims were rehabilitated by Russian authorities in 1992 (71 years after their deaths).
Every time I see a bench in a beautiful place I remember a popular Russian song 50 years ago “Sit down next to me”.
Some words from this song:
Sit down next to me.
I have to tell you.
I can’t hide it anymore
That I love you!
The photo below is taken recently in the early morning and I doubt that many people talked about love so early. However, I hear words and music of the song in my heart and mind and remember how happy we were dancing at that music 50 years ago.
Sit down next to me.
I have to tell you this moment
That from our first meeting
Many years ago
You always were
Infinitely sweet and dear to me!
*NONE OF THEM WAS HAPPY!
“Do not ask your childrento strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.”
― William Martin
“And while it takes courage to achieve greatness, it takes more courage to find fulfillment in being ordinary. For the joys that last have little relationship to achievement, to standing one step higher on the victory platform. What is the adventure in being ordinary? It is daring to love just for the pleasure of giving it away. It is venturing to give new life and to nurture it to maturity. It is working hard for the pure joy of being tired at the end of the day. It is caring and sharing and giving and loving…”
― Marilyn Thomsen**
Let’s enjoy wonderful pictures!
It does not matter if you already know about Etienne Pirot and his art or not.
When you look at his sculptures you feel how light and expressive they are. They are about all basic human values: love, friendship, motherhood, faith.
His imagination has no limits.
You can read about Etienne Pirot’s life and see his sculptures HERE.
Below is one of my favorite poems by Sergei Yesenin. He wrote it when he was 25 years old.
I am 80 years old now and I feel that I am still young. My views changed drastically since I read this poem first time and now I doubt that “I will not be young again”.
I do not regret, and I do not shed tears,
All, like haze off apple-trees, must pass.
Turning gold, I’m fading, it appears,
I will not be young again, alas.
Having got to know the touch of coolness
I will not feel, as before, so good.
And the land of birch trees, – oh my goodness!-
Cannot make me wander barefoot.
Vagrant’s spirit! You do not so often
Stir the fire of my lips these days.
Oh my freshness, that begins to soften!
Oh my lost emotions, vehement gaze!
Presently I do not feel a yearning,
Oh, my life! Have I been sleeping fast?
Well, it feels like early in the morning
On a rosy horse I’ve galloped past.
We are all to perish, hoping for some favour,
Golden leaves flow down turning grey.
May you be redeemed and blessed for ever,
You who came to bloom and pass away…
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much
Just remember two main rules for the beginning:
You better starve, than eat whatever
And better be alone, than with whoever.
How sad, a heart that
does not know how to love, that
does not know what it is to be drunk with love.
If you are not in love, how can you enjoy
the blinding light of the sun,
the soft light of the moon?
Realise this: one day your soul
will depart from your body and you will
be drawn behind the curtain that floats between us
and the unknown. While you wait for that moment, be happy,
because you don’t know where you came from and
you don’t know where you will be going.