Reality is that inimical things can make a delicious fusion as this can be with mandarin and cheese. Sometimes things are simple. Far-left hate everybody with opposite view is because they’re evil. Such people from Hollywood are one of them and their previous acts corroborate. Jose Giovanni, whose list of committed is usually worst in comparison with any of these actors, directors and producers, is an author of mesmerizing Les Aventuriers and Two Men in Town. Evil persons can do masterpiece, but it is not about nowadays.
Drinking of Italian wine in a day of signing of Israeli independence was that what could raise me in happiness and send me to fantasy land. Few days later, I familiarized with new conditions of Polish Centers. It included to update request on queue every hour by entering long numbers with letters sometimes in two strokes for which I received code, I printed it on other screen, got another one secret combination, which I recreated in special place for have no result. It was turn on of radio and listen of familiar notes of Smokie song Living Next Door to Alice in which you anticipate uncensored version containing Who the Fuck is Alice but you always get a disinfected variant. That I felt then and before.
Current conditions had one discomfort. I was supposed to do fast with saving in memory of every cypher code, because it could gone because slow reaction or wrong relocation between screens and that made to start anew. Polish centers behaved as intelligence. This sending of requests gave me a state of unknown. I can’t know if I do correct though I’ve learnt instruction and I had in guts that I didn’t do wrong. The one firm thing which was known to me is I will never end with that. Even I would do it. I had very few moments in thoughts about worthlessness, but I felt a rejection and it was equal to death. I also couldn’t because it was again about belonging. An organism rejects decease. I automatically returned to my desire. It was only once by other. Maybe, it was the most strongest when I suddenly turned in my mind to it has no win. I wasn’t long in that state. Until playing Syberia II, which conclusion returned me to where I must be. This ending encouraged me.
Lev Tolstoy told, a person must be happy and if not, it’s his problem and he must solve it. That guy was a count. Not all people deserve happiness, because not all of them are good and Tolstoy didn’t understand what is to be born or have bad conditions. He didn’t see a life of blue-collar worker, who of these times woke up before dawn and returned after sunset. Tolstoy couldn’t imagine that somebody can obstruct and disrupt to your aspiration to happiness. However, a life style to which he inclined was eccentric. This man was behind of horizon from reality. Therefore, he couldn’t be a good writer. I wasn’t interested in him before. However, such perception is usual for a person of his nationality. It’s one of many reasons of why I don’t touch literature of Muscovy.
But I do single exception for Alexander Solzhenitsyn whose mighty in using of Muscovy word gives a good reason of knowing that language. He fought for returning in speech of gone words what didn’t occur and it degraded more sadly. Sometimes I read and get a lot of words, which I never heard before, but they were taken from English and got Muscovy transformation. Nevertheless, Solzhenitsyn also had exaggerated perception too and he was an imperialist (I imagine what abominable he would saying on current situation in Ukraine.), but his books are other as it was with August 1914, a first part of his epic The Red Wheel. I read it around ten years ago. He painstakingly studied history (as having access to documents.) and embed his fiction accurately. It was getting of incredible storylines of fates and learning history simultaneously. It is an incredible in what he does with text. His artistry. Or putting what were writing newspapers. I was fascinated in precise describing of Tannenberg Battle. That’s how must write such books! My lovable scene is mesmerizing crossing ways between Vorotyntsev and General Hermann von Francois. I experienced that time. I did studying on destinies of involved generals of Russian army and mostly of them were tragic. Alexander Solzhenitsyn does recreation in describing of Pyotr Stolypin’s assassination. Maybe, Solzhenitsyn wasn’t wrong when he looked into mind of Bogrov.
I wanted to read the rest, as Solzhenitsyn called, “knots”. The books of this edition didn’t exist and there was no alternative. I did occasional searching. My desire was almost forgotten after these years. In the middle of May, I was watching video with Andrew Klavan who observed famous books and his talking on Muscovy literature made me to recall on The Red Wheel though Solzhenitsyn was never mentioned there. I entered a title of a book and a first picture was an image of desired edition of October 1916. I shortly found out where I can get it and there I saw all knots. They were released two years ago. I ordered delivery of all books and turned on Edward Grieg’s March of the Dwarfs, which I listened three times.
My return had another rightful reason. I wouldn’t find these books outside of dark territories. The Red Wheel was only what I had unfulfilled. I also saw possibility to get Solzhenitsyn’s two other written compositions, which are his notes. I had to them interest, but it was in a past. Now I haven’t curiosity to everything from Muscovy while on Alexander Solzhenitsyn as personality was learnt.
I decided that I will make registration in US embassy which can reach without passage sticker if the ninth week will stabile terrible. Poland was one variant to get into Europe though German embassy was open, but my sent request to there many weeks ago delivered an answer that waiting in queue will eight months at minimum. It wasn’t a place for believe, because no idea when it will. I didn’t rely on Germany.
I sit in my parlor and experience arrived greeting of summer, which made me to turn on a fan on ceiling what brought my left nostril to running. I had an occasional sneezing by that on the next day. Maybe, I need to take a glass of Ballantine’s, which, as any whisky or whiskey, cures from everything. Either bad mood or sick. What I must do now is complete with reading of Dee Brown’s book and that moves somehow. I reached place in which describes battles in Montana. I read text and when I understood where it occurs, I sensed more closeness to this land though I never was there. I can’t know, will it in reality.
