tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68403794550608217362024-03-06T04:19:00.997+02:00Euphoria LettersA creator is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to life-canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
This blog is dedicated to BEAUTY in her various aspects - choreography, literature, fine art etc.Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-22492185250660912712010-04-11T14:20:00.001+03:002010-04-11T14:22:25.793+03:00What Human Rights are???<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ot8YGiRtB7U&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ot8YGiRtB7U&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-69035206437164993552010-02-04T21:59:00.000+02:002010-02-04T22:03:24.010+02:00Ukrainian SYTYCD - One of may fvourite dances!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAbgdA61rQs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAbgdA61rQs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-25135177819622399052010-01-31T20:28:00.005+02:002010-01-31T20:59:08.621+02:00And once more about ballet...Nederlands Dans Theater<div align="justify">Nine and a half minutes of pleasure, very sensitive and tender movements which interflow into one with music. This video proves that art as a technology develops and to creat all this acting in the mind, one should be a genius, and another to reproduce it - master of the body.<br />Nederlands Dans Theater, performs the 2st. part of Kylian's beautiful ballet "Petite Mort", for the filmic versions of "Black & White Ballets" (1996); music: Mozart's Pianoconcerto no.23 in A, KV 488 - Adagio </div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='411' height='374' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNG8ov7qTyWa8N-FGG0K8o1UQ7Sq5eyJAgA7fEW3TJkVqRfT_3m2_0m411JrbtL0wFEoVzYALTE42ypOgS6Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-18100410999492356962010-01-22T23:07:00.000+02:002010-01-23T01:24:58.904+02:00Hans van Manen Festival: Ulyana Lopatkina and the stars of Russian ballet<div align="justify">Three Gnosiany" music of Erik Satie, choreography by Hans van Manen, performed by U. Lopatkina and Igor Kozlov. Just pure beauty of movements and music - in a balance art borns.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='405' height='345' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxHJqPG6l-MI4-wSkwYlekWdSqUmmnGKLgwYcX874FLlL-YP9QKr1Yd7nP6GgRnr96lDOf3V4Lt663VyB5wxQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-14152296500020519582010-01-21T23:47:00.004+02:002010-01-22T00:02:25.762+02:00Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005<p align="justify">This is absolutely inspiring speech for people who are looking for their own way in life - a right direction. Your goals and achievements in reality are inside of your mind, the main question is how to learn to listen your interior voice and how to get to know what you really want. There is no maroon - all the solutions are inside of our mind, we only should listen to our heart and get rid of fear and get face to face with the challenge. Looking on the road staying hungy and foolish!</p><p align="justify"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-43378520401844857912010-01-19T13:35:00.005+02:002010-01-19T14:01:53.026+02:00"Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHlfMTx5UHghX32Dwyru6ZSL1USARLe1w2vbS1RWi0vIB8l2Iefzir0Jz7lwgTKPwBcIRdpq9EJ1O71l_Eha4WlI8yRcDFcxKGKBVtpDn5-XtoF-P5MQELVaSzV_xHQsPqAgvLy5t9e0q/s1600-h/28412269_27012776.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428414162519026834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHlfMTx5UHghX32Dwyru6ZSL1USARLe1w2vbS1RWi0vIB8l2Iefzir0Jz7lwgTKPwBcIRdpq9EJ1O71l_Eha4WlI8yRcDFcxKGKBVtpDn5-XtoF-P5MQELVaSzV_xHQsPqAgvLy5t9e0q/s320/28412269_27012776.jpg" /></a> Alice gets to a fork in the road and she asks the Cat:<br />- Would you please tell me which way I ought to go from here?<br />- That depends a great deal on where you want to go, - said the Cat to Alice.<br />- I don't much care where, - said Alice.<br />- Then it doesn't matter which way you go, - said the Cat.<br />- But I need to get somewhere, - exclaimed Alice.</div><div align="justify"> - Oh, in that case, if you walk long enough, you'll get there, - replied Cat.<br /><br /><strong><em>Moral:</em></strong> Which is the goal of way you are following? If you don't know where you are going you never know when you have arrived! To get anywhere there must be an end in view; the fact that the destination changes over time and distance is a challenge which we all live with.</div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-6614623817507014132010-01-18T23:51:00.000+02:002010-01-19T01:01:29.853+02:00Death Cab For Cutie-I will Follow You Into The Dark<div align="center">***<br />Love of mine some day you will die<br />But I'll be close behind<br />I'll follow you into the dark<br /><br />No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white<br />Just our hands clasped so tight<br />Waiting for the hint of a spark<br />If heaven and hell decide<br />That they both are satisfied<br />Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs<br /><br />If there's no one beside you<br />When your soul embarks<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br /><br />In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule<br />I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black<br />And I held my toungue as she told me<br />"Son fear is the heart of love"<br />So I never went back<br /><br />If heaven and hell decide<br />That they both are satisfied<br />Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs<br /><br />If there's no one beside you<br />When your soul embarks<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br /><br />You and me have seen everything to see<br />From Bangkok to Calgary<br />And the soles of your shoes are all worn down<br />The time for sleep is now<br />It's nothing to cry about<br />Cause we'll hold each other soon<br />The blackest of rooms<br /><br />If heaven and hell decide<br />That they both are satisfied<br />Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs<br /><br />If there's no one beside you<br />When your soul embarks<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br />Then I'll follow you into the dark<br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='423' height='341' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxZHd4OguUqIi3r14e5RXhCghjXj9j8bOh6vO8MSxaPLjNHfBJ8rEku8YJdwlGTBY5j0wvdkwdjf1JJvtyYlw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-83084536488613595352010-01-17T14:55:00.003+02:002010-01-17T15:12:19.245+02:00Lets make a Magic!!!!!<p align="justify">May be sometimes it is possible to help through simple things, to be not indifferent and attentive to problems of another people and feel yourself a part of society. Don´t let your soul to stay blind!</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='460' height='379' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6lfob9fyiz1HorIuimvStkNBXz0zInxUSVoSpbs1kh2h4gKktOqPPYrUYFqxnJS2i0qmsOPeNqYMDxhMqtQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-51067634582371691972010-01-16T02:01:00.002+02:002010-01-16T02:10:20.953+02:00Ukrainian lullaby - Serie World Lullabies<div align="justify">This is my first post in 2010, I decided to choose a Ukrainian lullaby for this post, I love folk especially such a tender category as lullabies. It is so sensible that even makes me cry, some kind of mental meditation which touches the most hidden strings of the soul. It feels like something real and pure, closer to universe. I am so far from my home, but touching this beautiful music I feel like if my mom was singing it.</div><br /><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwEtAwXgeaQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwEtAwXgeaQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-28005326848710515762009-12-20T23:54:00.004+02:002009-12-21T01:02:01.037+02:00Children see - children do!<div align="justify">The influence of our role models on behaviour is something of particular interest to psychologists and we study it through the entire psychology course. More specifically we look at the research conducted by Bandura and his work into Social Learning Theory (SLT) in the imitation of aggression. In a television advertisement called “Children See. Children do” which was actually aired in Australia a few year ago a powerful message is passed across to the viewer.The message in the video is clear: children imitate behaviour that they see around them: talking on a phone, body language … smoking, violence, so make sure that you’re setting a good example. There’s plenty of psychology behind this and it can be related to many areas that we cover: AS, crime and health behaviours, and we’ll look at how this links in to it all now.<br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='491' height='371' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxd-f1Cqfeetgvh0ZN6_9C0MVvtHLby9Yrdv4fxVsltaB6YZz00VMUEZClmugJbI2TpRLssJvYOhLKGy9leaQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-59739588319314215962009-12-12T16:24:00.001+02:002009-12-12T16:25:55.175+02:00William Hoffman’s “Moments”<div align="justify">Nice short-film, the editing is flawless and the way it flows is amazing. Titled “Moments” by William Hoffman (a NY filmmaker) it is “a celebration of life that was inspired by David Eagleman’s book: Sum.” Each moment is moving and clear. Take a look for yourself….</div><br /><p align="center"><object style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 344px" width="499" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNVPalNZD_I&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNVPalNZD_I&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-18799877432725968432009-12-10T14:21:00.005+02:002009-12-10T14:36:46.527+02:00After you've gone...<p align="justify">I think many people have had before this bitter after taste - separation. Person, who was your life and even more, vanishes one day and you feel is emptiness - you are one on one with your memories and everything by yourside reminds you about HIM/HER. Well, this music abd video is about this.</p><p align="center"><object style="WIDTH: 527px; HEIGHT: 368px" width="527" height="368"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRPxcJhj6EM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRPxcJhj6EM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-64830959906030450812009-11-23T15:38:00.002+02:002009-11-23T15:42:04.654+02:00The Secret - Planet Earth<div align="justify">This video features our beautiful Planet Earth. As you experience this video you will emit positive forces of energy across Planet Earth that will reach every single living thing on it. You will lift yourself, and as you lift yourself, you lift the entire world. The magnificent music was composed and graciously gifted for this clip by composer Jo Blankenburg. Planet Earth - our home. </div><div align="justify"><br /><object style="WIDTH: 517px; HEIGHT: 441px" width="517" height="441"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jP8CC2rKj4&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jP8CC2rKj4&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-24678903665014515242009-11-21T03:12:00.004+02:002009-11-21T04:13:01.813+02:00Jennyfer Bourassin - Charade<div align="justify">An anin shortfilm full of poetry made by a young and gifted french artist, Jennyfer Bourassin. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='411' height='359' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwkPk6aa6xP4CsLiBlbSFTKfNy_-TCtEJ2wa2KMuXYkU631FkGEmxI0JwXJO8ljJOk2cg9lulwN7lV5zptosA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-17254624579114399402009-11-20T16:46:00.005+02:002009-11-20T16:54:08.775+02:00Земфира - Мы разбиваемся<div align="justify">I like this song, it is tender one, though quite simple but it contains this invisible elegance that attracts. Zemfira (russian singer) is awesome and her lyrics&music as well.<br />The man says at the beginning of video says:<br />"We got an order to quit with one of our agents this summer. She escaped about 5 years ago. Several agents died after because of her activities... Finally her destination was getting known. I have been loving that woman...<br />Her last dream before the death was me to realize the mentioned order... Why did she ask it about?...<br /><br />The man says in the final: "After many years I got she was right. I couldn't forget her... That's all..."<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpwzO5A6puU&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpwzO5A6puU&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-7569875756168332182009-11-19T01:54:00.000+02:002009-11-20T16:50:59.765+02:00Abortion Truth<p align="justify">Abortion is one of the most common surgical procedures in the world, but the average person knows little of its gruesome reality. This video shows the abortion reality - nude truth like it is! This is horrible, but we should know it to prevent the biggest sins!</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='439' height='368' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyGj7n42EF81HEufBE3MLlWbBCp0her8hTkv7kGZK5WI_czL1Pp2Vs-pyCuTEdyAclHvbRvCYAZLUp7o3YQ2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-85572891199756334292009-11-18T11:01:00.000+02:002009-11-18T11:02:50.870+02:00One hundredth of a second<div align="justify">Kate is an ambitious photojournalist. Caught in a shoot-out in an Eastern European war zone, Kate spots a young girl running through the chaos. Intrigued, she follows the Girl, photographing as she goes. The Girl accidentally encounters a Gunman who interrogates her, pressing his AK-47 to her head. Kate photographs the terrified Girl and is horrified when the Girl makes eye contact with her, pleading to Kate for help. But Kate is too engrossed in her photography. She takes picture after picture as the girl is shot in front of her. Kate's work is nominated for the New Photographer of the Year Award. At the ceremony, when her photograph wins the top prize, Kate finds herself haunted by the memories of the Girl. Seeing the image projected onto a screen, Kate runs out without collecting her award, leaving the audience staring at the brutal photograph of the dead Girl. Written by Alex Boden.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_l8WkMA1uA&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_l8WkMA1uA&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-60497419028516861252009-11-17T16:22:00.002+02:002009-11-17T16:26:48.563+02:00Contemporary Dance - SYTYCD (Ukrainian version)<p>An amazing psychedelic dance - synthesis of passion, pleasure, pain, love, parting. Bittersweet and realistic bias through chariographic language.</p><p align="center"><object width="450" height="340"><param name="video" value="http://flv.video.yandex.ru/lite/jorik-sun/0l2ixj2efk.508/"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><embed src="http://flv.video.yandex.ru/lite/jorik-sun/0l2ixj2efk.508/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="340" allowfullscreen="true" scale="noscale"></embed></object></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-17235069288217775292009-11-09T00:42:00.002+02:002009-11-09T00:50:59.485+02:00Tom Waits - Watch Her Disappear<div align="center">Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you<br />And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress<br />Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair<br />That rose in strangled ebony curls<br />Moving in a yellow bedroom light<br />The air is wet with sound<br />The faraway yelping of a wounded dog<br />And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak<br />Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat<br />A light goes on and the door opens<br />And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard<br /><br />A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air<br />I hear your champagne laugh<br />You wear two lavender orchids<br />One in your hair and one on your hip<br />A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk<br />Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo<br />And I hear a banjo tango<br /><br />And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree<br />And I watched you as you disappeared<br />I watched you as you disappeared<br />I watched you as you disappeared<br />I watched you as you disappeared</div><div align="center"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='417' height='359' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGRpuBmV5DMPVFtB8A5RsCAMZIzbcZVMnwCcFgs80cSIA9qpX9k-y7PPtvTX5tMjHvbskYu36YfvcNgViSDg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-43434983065363372132009-11-06T00:16:00.004+02:002009-11-06T00:45:18.962+02:00My name is Lisa<div align="justify">Best short film in 2007 by Youtube version. This is an interesting short film. Unlike many stories, there is no back story or context. The film simply begins with a 13-years-old girl talking into the camera as if she's making a video diary. Mom wanders into the scene and begins making comments that seem odd. As the scenes change, it becomes more and more apparent that the mother is losing her memory. With each cut, the change is more drastic. At first it looks like simple forgetfulness but by the end of the film, it's obvious that the lady has Alzheimer's and she's moving into the more dangerous stage as she no longer even recognizes her daughter.</div><div align="justify">.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='497' height='408' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQFbtcRvXPSImxBJ1ujT4LDy7Svgqiwj0RZDyssJLaVzuomBpJebTey9JgpAGfIXoRA8hG82iHwJQz5DZ2DQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-62503502907723356782009-10-31T19:34:00.003+02:002009-10-31T20:04:50.829+02:00Девушка пела в церковном хоре...Александр Блок, A girl sang in the church choir... by Alexander Blok<div align="center"><strong><em>Девушка пела в церковном хоре</em></strong><br />О всех усталых в чужом краю,<br />О всех кораблях, ушедших в море,<br />О всех, забывших радость свою.<br /><br />Так пел ее голос, летящий в купол,<br />И луч сиял на белом плече,<br />И каждый из мрака смотрел и слушал,<br />Как белое платье пело в луче.<br /><br />И всем казалось, что радость будет,<br />Что в тихой заводи все корабли,<br />Что на чужбине усталые люди<br />Светлую жизнь себе обрели.<br /><br />И голос был сладок, и луч был тонок,<br />И только высоко, у Царских Врат,<br />Причастный Тайнам,- плакал ребенок<br />О том, что никто не придет назад.<br /><br />Август 1905<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>A girl sang in the church choir</strong></em><br />Of all who are weary in foreign lands,<br />Of all the ships gone out to sea,<br />Of all who have forgotten their joy.<br /><br />Thus her voice sang, flying up to the dome,<br />And a ray of sun shone on her white shoulder,<br />And from the darkness all watched and listened<br />As the white dress sang in the ray.<br /><br />And it seemed to all that joy would come,<br />That all ships had reached shelter in peaceful harbors,<br />That all weary people in foreign lands<br />Had found themselves a serene life.<br /><br />And the voice was sweet, and the ray was thin,<br />And only above, at the altar gates,<br />In touch with Mystery, - a child wept<br />Because no one will ever return... </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">August 1905</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='440' height='373' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwl4HAlkwI1ewl5a8la4R9vQnr5IL9eiHrmwLpMIEDf1DE6cXfXClOSt3fT6Q2eMyy83S0OjmMPIW8ufbAQYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-35939082801582802652009-10-24T10:00:00.001+03:002009-10-24T22:53:03.403+03:00350.org In every corner of the Globe!!!!<p align="justify">350.org, Bill McKibben, climatePrintShare Comment350.org seeks to compel the world to take action against climate change while there’s still time. The nonprofit organization was founded by author Bill McKibben. The name 350 (parts per million) refers to the scientifically safe upper limit of carbon dioxide in the earth’s atmosphere. This video, “In Every Corner of the Globe,” promotes 350’s International Day of Climate Action, which is coming on October 24. The video and the day are two of the many vehicles the organization is using to get its climate message out.<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqof641pWys&hl=ru&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqof641pWys&hl=ru&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-6645957548114062922009-10-21T18:55:00.004+03:002009-10-21T19:09:00.144+03:00Henri Barbusse Tenderness<div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>On September 25, 1893</strong><br /><br />My dear little Louis! Thus, everything is ended. We will never see us again. Remember that so firmly, as I do. You did not want separation, you would agree to everything, only to let us remain together. But we must part, so that you could begin the new life. It was not easy to resist to you, and to myself, and to us both together… But I do not feel sorry that I did that, although you so cried, buried in the pillows in our bed. Two times you raised your head and looked at me with your sorrowful, praying eyes… What a blazing and unhappy face you had! In the evening, in the darkness, when I no longer could see your tears, I felt them, they burnt my hands.<br /><br />Now we both severely suffer. To me, it all seems to be a nightmare. The first days will be simply unbelievable; and several months will still be painful for us, and then, healing will come.<br /><br />And only then I will write to you again, indeed, we’ve decided that I will write to you from time to time. But we have also firmly decided that you will never learn my new address and my letters will be the only connection, and it will not allow our separation to become the final break.<br /><br />Kissing you for the last time, so tenderly, by entirely sinless, quiet kiss – indeed, such a great distance divides us now!<br /><br /><strong>On September 25, 1894</strong> </div><div align="justify"><br />My dear little Louis! I speak to you again, as promised. It is already a year, as we parted. I know, you did not forget me, we are still connected with each other, and every time that I think about you, I feel your pain.<br /><br />And nevertheless the past twelve months have made their matter: they threw a mourning haze on the past. Look, already a haze is appeared. Some small things hide, other details completely disappear. Although, they float up in the memory now and then; if something incidentialy reminds about them.<br /><br />I’ve tried to imagine the expression of your face, when I saw you for the first time, and I couldn’t.<br /><br />You too, try to recall my eyes when you saw me for the first time, and you will understand that everything in the world goes away.<br /><br />Recently I’ve smiled. To whom? To what? To nobody and nothing. In an alley, a sunny ray began to play, and I’ve involuntarily smiled.<br /><br />I attempted to smile also earlier. It seemed to be impossible to learn how to do that again. And nevertheless, I’m telling you, I’ve smiled, perhaps against the will. I want that you too smile more often, just like that, simply liking good weather or to the view of the future in front of you. Yes, yes, raise your head and smile.<br /><br /><strong>On December 17, 1899</strong><br /><br />And here I am again with you, my dear Louis. I’m like a dream, isn’t it? I appear when I want to, but always into the necessary minute, when all around is empty and dark. I come and go, I’m very near, but I cannot be touched.<br /><br />I do not feel myself unhappy. The cheerfulness has returned to me, because each day begins with a morning and, as always, there are seasons of year. Sun shines so sweetly, so I want to trust it, and even usual daylight it is full of kindness.<br /><br />Imagine, I’ve recently danced! I frequently laugh. First I counted every my laughter, but now I don’t even know, how often I laugh.<br /><br />Yesterday, there was a fest. The crowd of the well dressed people crowded everywhere on the sunset. It was beautiful, and looked like a flower garden. And among such a number of contented people I felt myself happy.<br /><br />I write to you in order to tell about all this; and also about the fact that from now on I turn myself into the new faith – I confess the selfless love to you. We’ve discussed about selflessness in love, not really understanding it… However, let us pray together to believe in it by entire heart.<br /><br /><strong>On July 6, 1904</strong><br /><br />Years are passed! Eleven years! I’ve moved far away, then returned again and I am going to leave anew.<br /><br />You have, of course, your own house, my dear Louis, indeed, you are an adult now, and, of course, you have now your own family, for which you mean so much.<br /><br />But you yourself, how do you look like now? I imagine that your face is wider now, arms became stronger, but there is not many grey hair in your head. And of course, as before, your face all lights up, before a smile is ready to touch your lips.<br /><br />Myself? I will not describe to you, how I’ve changed, becoming to an old woman. Yes, old woman! Women grow old earlier than men, and, if I were staying next to you, I would appear like your mother – both by appearance and according to that expression of eyes, with which I would look at you.<br /><br />You see, we were right, parting at the right time. Now, after we’ve suffered, we’ve quieted, and my letter, which you, of course, recognized by my handwriting on the envelope, was for you almost an entertainment.<br /><br /><strong>On September 25, 1893</strong><br /><br />My dear Louis!<br /><br />Twenty years, as we parted… And twenty years as I am not alive, my dear. If you are alive and will read this letter, sent to you by accurate and respectful hands of my friends – those that for many years have been sending to you my previous letters – you will forgive me – if you don’t already forgot me – you will forgive that I’ve killed myself at very next day after our separation. I couldn’t, I didn’t know how to live without you.<br /><br />We’ve parted yesterday. Look at the date at the beginning of the letter! Of course, you did not turn attention to it. Indeed, it was yesterday, when we were the last time together in our room and you, buried in pillows, sobbed as a child, helpless against your terrible sorrow. It was yesterday, when the night glanced into a half-open window, and your tears, which I already could not see, rolled along my hands. It was yesterday, when you shouted from pain and complained, and I, gathered all my forces, kept silent.<br /><br />But today, sitting at our table, surrounded by our things, in our charming corner, I’m writting those four letters, which you must have obtained with big intervals. I will finish the last letter, and then the end will come.<br /><br />This evening I will give the most precise orders, so that my letters will be delivered to you on those dates, which indicated on them, and also will take measures preventing finding me.<br /><br />And then I will die. It is unnecessarily to tell you how: details of this disgusting action are inappropriate. They could cause pain to you, even after so many years.<br /><br />Is important that I could detach you from me and do that carefully and sweetly, without wounding you. I want to care about you further, and for that I must live after my death. There will be no break, you couldn’t handle it, because disappointments cause such a huge pain to you. I will return to you – not too often, so that my image will go away from your memory, and not too rare in order to avoid unnecessary suffering. And when you know the truth, so many years will pass, that you will be barely able to understand, what would my death mean for you.<br /><br />Louis, my dear, today’s our last conversation seems to be an ominous miracle.<br /><br />Today, we speak very quietly, almost inaudibly – so far we are from each other, indeed I exist only in you, and you’ve already forgot me. Today, the meaning of word now for me, who is writing and whispering it, is entirely different than its meaning for whom, who is reading and quietly pronouncing it “now”.<br /><br />Now, after overcoming this huge time distance, after overcoming the eternity – even if it seems to be absurd – now I’m kissing you as before.<br /><br />That’s it… </div>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-46575862575031330062009-10-07T00:47:00.005+03:002009-10-07T01:34:30.088+03:00Smoke&Mirrors 48 hour film festival - Synching!<div align="justify"><br />Smoke&Mirrors 48 hour film festival (London, UK). The entrants have, as the title suggests, 48 hours to conceive, write, shoot and edit a short, based on a theme supplied by Smoke and Mirrors. Here it is one of shorts which I like directed and edited by Misha Koroteev (Kiev - my city hehehe)!<br /></div><p align="center"><object style="WIDTH: 589px; HEIGHT: 404px" width="589" height="404"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5431944&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5431944&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="240"></embed></object></p><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/5431944">Synching</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user575451">lime off</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-11872900782525301612009-10-06T23:10:00.000+03:002009-10-07T00:33:36.130+03:00Love Me Like The River Does - Love me! That is all!<div align="center"><strong><em>Melody Gardot - Love Me Like A River Does<br /></em></strong><br />Love me like a river does<br />Cross the sea<br />Love me like a river does<br />Endlessly<br />Love me like a river does<br />Baby don’t rush you’re no waterfall<br />Love me that is all<br />Love me like a roaring sea<br />Swirls about<br />Love me like a roaring sea<br />Wash me out<br />Love me like a roaring sea<br />Baby don’t rush you’re no waterfall<br />Love me that is all<br />Love me like the earth itself<br />Spins around<br />Love me like the earth itself<br />Sky above below the ground<br />Love me like the earth itself<br />Baby don’t rush you’re no waterfall<br />Love me that is all<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><object style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 363px" width="471" height="363"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFjoEl1sk1Q&hl=ru&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFjoEl1sk1Q&hl=ru&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p></p>Yarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.com0