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Goodbye 2010)

2010 will forever be for me the best!
I was able to everything for which I was taken. All the projects ended successfully.
And almost all of them were pretty global. Type of sale and purchase of apartments, repairing, and moving to permanent residence in another country.
most important project was implemented in April) was born, my son, Angel. And this same-same chapter, and great happiness in life. Parents and me both understand and who will only know this joy - the guys, it's simply unrealistic perfect feeling, I recommend))!
There were lousy moments, let alone without them. Well this is so not particularly relaxed. Yes, and they eventually led to good.
insane amount changes, relocations, location and circumstances.
very pleased with himself in all things. Sometimes even proud of it.
During pregnancy, I learned to be calm, almost impenetrable to own emotions, not to fall into hysteria and panic. I find it very helpful. I did so measured, was wise.
The next year 2011 is not huge plans, is not my particular purpose. I will just make things neobohodimye. And enjoy life)
to all your friends wish the same for the new year .. The Pursuit for material goods, idyllic relations, spurred by vanity, we completely forget the brakes and assess what we have. Stunned with happiness, thank someone sees fit, and ponaslazhdatsya.
2010 - the steepest in my life, I'm sure it'll always remember)

and this Christmas song, which is currently under the open sky and no one has touched. About which I wrote in last post.
I would like to wish the hometown of Moscow, the same calm situation. Well this is from the realm of science fiction, but it may someday ...

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Elle Phersen 1.0 (New Legacy!)

Hello everyone!
vcergogno me to death, has been so long since I update this blog: (

Coooooooomunque:
I present my new legacy, or at least, I want to become that, at least this:)

I should point out that no nothing to do with my previous post, that I will cancel as soon as possible because it is really obscene

-__-Well, 'nuff said, I leave you to the first chapter,
hope you like it:)

then? Are you ready?

Yes, darling, it begins to wear off the luggage.

So saying, Mrs. Phersen dismissed his daughter while he was still in the bathroom of his room, wrapped in his yellow dressing gown, intent on styling long hair of blacks before the great oval mirror, strategically placed above the sink. Even knowing, very well, in which conditions are her mother, Elle took a deep breath, you try to be patient and gradually brought out, close to utilitarianism red of his father, his personal effects. Carried all his luggage, one at a time, hoping that at the end of the operation her mother was really ready to go. Indeed, the luggage were many, but it was the minimum necessary to allow Elle starting to live with dignity in his new apartment.




He decided since he was fifteen years old, who once had the chance, would move in his favorite city, the city had always wanted to see, visit, see: New York . He had graduated from high school in Bay Belladonna with honors, after which he spent two long years, working and setting aside the money to go and fulfill his dream. Now the time had finally come. Would not be easy, change city, state, language, not being able to see their loved ones for who knows how long: all this would have discouraged many of Elle, and instead, could not wait to leave. The English had always liked school and had received excellent grades in that matter. Of course, not to speak in Simlish would be a great challenge but she was thrilled to have completely cut ties with his country of origin and especially the Bay of Belladonna.
deeply hated that place, its pious inhabitants, its stupid and limited former high school classmates (who had made her suffer a lot during the school years), never had many friends, certainly was not known as Miss Popularity but had a couple of friends with whom to go out, go to cinema, go shopping, but it was not particularly related to these.
friendship was very superficial and Elle as she knew, she served as a stopgap, that is, used to be called only if some of these could not take the car and had to go somewhere out of town shopping mall, or just related to some local from the city, and so on.
There was day when not wanted sending them to fuck it all, one by one, but until then, had not been possible. Unfortunately, he needed those girls. Just as they needed her, Elle needed them. Better for a friendship that no interest. Better than those four bitches that loneliness. How to blame her.

"Damn, are 11.20. The plane leaves in two hours! But where the heck are they? "I think Elle, adjusting his glasses to better see the time that marked his wristwatch. She ran to her house, climbed the three steps of the porch and called on the remaining threshold of the entrance door:

So? We want to move?

He heard the unmistakable snort of his mother, followed by an intense exchange between her and her father. He could not grasp what they were saying. Probably, his mother, was making a fuss, and his father tried to put it back in line.
His mother, Hannah, was angry with her death. He did not take well to her decision to leave the United States, had taken it as a personal affront.
Since Elle, had communicated his intention to leave, she and her mother had spent the Most of the time arguing.
anything, they were earned, the countless attempts by Elle, to explain how things really were: he had tried, had tried in every way to talk to his mother with an open heart, he tried to make her understand who lived in a perpetual state of malaise, which was living the life that did not satisfy it, that he had friends, or at least that could be considered as such, had explained his feelings, his dreams, the desire to compete with new situations, stimulating, different, the desire to know different realities, new people, and maybe be able to rebuild her self-esteem, which, in years of high school had collapsed total.

Nothing. Nothing. His mother could not understand. He would not understand. He refused to understand that her daughter needed to go, he needed a change of scenery if he wanted to continue living. Elle knew that if she stayed at the Bay, sooner or later would be left alone, the surface that had close friendship with those girls would be gone and she would have fallen even more depressed.

The lack self-confidence and depression had led to a significant increase in weight. It was always tough, since childhood, but in recent years, things were far worse. It was not more able to keep the weight under control and was above his ideal weight of twenty pounds. As he tried, was never able to lose weight permanently, there were periods when he decides to go on a diet and managed to lose six pounds in twenty days, but when things went wrong at work or her friends do not invited to hang out with them and Elle was feeling sad and very unhappy, fell into the abyss of depression, fell in the bloody vicious cycle, and resumed what he had lost, with interest.

He had also explained this to her mother, who needed to go to regain control over his life, on that life that had never been able to fully live in the Bay of Belladonna. Of course, her mother had blamed to be not serious in its intentions:

" If you * really * want to lose weight, do not gorge themselves like a pig. It does not take, darling, just a little common sense. "

Yeah. If only it were that simple ..

He heard footsteps and knew that her parents were finally coming down the stairs. He ran toward the car, opened the trunk and threw it, unceremoniously, his countless suitcases, after which it closed with a loud thud.

He turned and saw Hannah sits on the front seat of the family. Surprise osservarla.Sua stood for mother, quick and quiet as a cat, was stuck in the car while Elle "system" to pack and lowering the window shiny, told a stunned Elle:

Who waste time now? said the woman, with a smile that was a whole program.

" All we need is to make me the tongue. This woman makes me nervous. I wonder how he did it, that saint of my father, to marry her. "Elle plan narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath for a second time and with a firm step he approached the door of the back seat and climbed into the car, just behind his father.

What time is your flight, dear? said Hannah, with angelic voice and mellifluous, as he pulled out a pocket mirror from her purse.

at 11.20 am, Mom.

Oh, really? According to me you're not gonna take that plane. Surely we will arrive late, is not it, dear? went with Hannah to dislike, opening the mirror.

Hannah! The called out his father.

Thanks, Mom, I miss you very much. I mean really. Elle said dry.

During the trip, his father, Carl, tried several times to strike up a conversation, but the bad mood had infected Hannah Elle, making her nervous a lot, so most of the time spent in silence.

Once at the airport, Elle was made to leave before the main entrance, and ran like a madwoman, she managed to arrive in time for check-in and all their luggage on board, (paying a surcharge shocking: (

What's more, to go to the tail gate was a crazy and his flight would take off from there to fifty minutes.'s mind was put in a row, the latest in a long row entered his parents joined her immediately.

Well, you did it in the end. said Hannah.

Mom .. Elle began, but his mother interrupted

No, Elle, I want you to know that I absolutely agree with this decision to leave your mad. I want you to know that if I find wrong with the house, with the course that you've decided to follow, no matter what, you can not count on me. Perhaps your father will be more forgiving but I just can not support this your madness. I'm sorry, Elle, but I had to tell you. concluded his mother.

Yes, I know, you had already told me, dear mother. For home, I remind you that the girl with whom I will share the apartment, is the daughter of your cousin, then I think that a minimum could also be quiet. For the rest, do not worry, I will not need anything. Terms, Elle, bored by the continual preaching of his mother. He looked at her and for a moment she seemed to see a tear drop. The heart sank. As it was childish, it was still his mother.

Can I hug you? I grant him that much? Elle whispered, watching Hannah in the eye.

His mother did not answer but hugged her and held her for a long minute.

Elle drove back tears and smiling hugged her father and told him that she would miss very much and would call when she got home.

took leave and Elle finally passed through the gate, he sent a last goodbye to her, rather than emotion, parents and walked toward the plane that would take far, far away.

Leaving Bay Belladonna, to New York, to his new life.

Finally.

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disgusting

not watch the news about Russia on TV, but I have a frend feed.

Disorders Moscow

venerated I poslednix coverage of events. She remembered that she had written a post 3 years ago on this topic.
http://alchik31.livejournal.com/152956.html
things got worse, of course. On both sides. And the so-called guests of the city itself became worse news. Also slipping in flocks and arrange defiantly some of his dances in the middle of the capital. Ride around in cars, pulling out the flags of their countries and shouting something to the glory of his people. Speak dirty to the passing girls. In the name of Allah call for violence. Looking at these natives of the Caucasus think "well, just down from the mountains." But in every nation has its black sheep. It is these disgraces his comrades. Just as those 10.000 who call themselves "Russian"
This whole mess sanctioned and approved by the Government, as always, for their own selfish purposes. Catch up in the most the center of Moscow brutal cattle to the media is strongly illuminated and shove the next bill, or to unleash carnage, but is not yet clear where.
Riot even felt sorry for looking at video. Of course, there is not a handful of intellectuals to disperse, which peacefully with placards marking time. And just say oh, what a surprise for law enforcement agencies - 10.000 aggressive-minded people, quite simply, from any disturbances were formed at the Manege Square near the Kremlin.
Disgusting all of it.
All these fascist slogans near the tomb of the unknown soldier. What the hell is a Russian?? Uneducated herd of half-drunken bums!
Awful contrary to what all this podogrevatesya and blooms to full flower in my hometown, in my country.
Oh, how I do not want to go to Canada, but .. It is a Catholic Church, for example. And before it recreated the scene of Christ's birth. Very nice - figures of the Magi to life Rotate clockwise, nurseries, backlit, lamb around the stand. All this on the street, in the open. Not downtown, but simply a residential quarter. Go past the people who belong to other faiths do not celebrate Christmas and did not consider it a good holiday. Youth wanders noisy, noisy, sometimes not very educated. But nobody does not occur to break down, ruin this track. Because it is - vandalism! Because of this severely punished! Because for some it's holiness and we must respect different cultures. Because that just such a game in my head here no one comes! And as the population in Toronto is very bitty. There is a very very uncouth in appearance and manners come from Africa and Asia.

very sad that the flock that was casually calls out all these shameful slogans, calls himself a "Russian". And all his anger on his wretched conceal the existence of a beautiful word "patriotism."

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For what we women like Demi Moore? For a fairy tale! That when you are under 50 years, we can be more desirable than 25. Be more marketable actor, then 30. And in order to grab your husband the very enviable handsome of young Hollywood (very much to my taste Ashton) should be razvedenkoy slightly over 40, with 3 children))
Here it would be time and mind vyaknut that first neplho would achieve fame Demi Moore get married Bruce Willis and from him to give birth to three girls, and then another illustrative divorce.



watched her pictures directly uvilichivayu full screen and really study. And just a diva dayus! How, how can you look amazing??
Tummy? Well, all celebrity shreds and pull yourself. And the looks that young fresh and only Demi.
I think, still hid Mrs. Kutcher somewhere in the attic of one of the mansions of his portrait. And so it stick out from her white Pattle, cellulite go under the knees, and even the wrinkles on the ears)))

How many years have lived these beauties as well! Bse Well thought it was only a PR move at first.
OMG! If ever it turns out that it's all crap, and any love they have, but he's just gay, I do not survive. These guys are already taken away from me Seryozha Lazarev)))) And he has idiotnichat Aunt Leroy, aah!

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Pure mamashkinsky post about feeding)

When I was a mom, and my nursing friends assured me that it is very convenient, I do not believe it. I tuned to the GW only of child care, what type of mom's milk healthier nothing. Oh, all right, potreplyu months 8 and that's enough. .
And at the 4th day in hospital milk it. Rolled so that horror! All the family I have saved from this milk in the day of discharge)) then taught the kid had been evolving its own system of feeding. Silicon nozzle elektirchesky breast pump, containers for storage of milk - as does all of this makes life easier! And yes, soglacna, GW - it's very convenient. Meals prepared, the desired consistency and temperature. Fed and happy, no problems GW I do not deliver. And tied to the kid I also was not as many scary. And could feed a whole omit if far the house was. Then out of the freezer getting any milk harvesting and everyone was happy)
But then came 6 months and it is time to weaning. Went to the Canadian pediatrician. Post ordered to cereals. Sleep on a misunderstanding, but we started giving Denke finished porridge, with the addition of my milk. He gulped it is with great pleasure. And all were happy. Until it is time to vegetables. Them he would not have in any way, nor can stock, either in a freshly prepared. At this point I cleared my mom brains that in these ready-sugar cereals nemeryannom. And of course after dessert, he will not eat vegetables. So our body is constructed. My joy was worth a lot of effort and hitrostrey wean it from the finished cereal, to accustom to the vegetables and natural clover.

I calmly refer to the finished food. And I think that the meaning of the horn hang back and do most everything svezhix of the products do not. Because of their freshness and naturalness of a big question. Not in the garden all the vegetables are grown, and the harmful pesticides. The special horror I have here is the broccoli - well, so it is rubber, and artificial. But for the sake of it, we also learned to eat.
While I have time, I cook myself. Varya I clean all the ground in the blender. I am not difficult. But as soon as I will have real work and care, I do not regret going to the ready pyureshki.

We love squash (A type of squash) and sweet potatoes. In Russia, these vegetables do not, but here they are the most popular for kids. Cauliflower, broccoli, which does not like (and I do it poinmayu)) Clover eat semolina and rolled oats. All new products enter the Science - gradually, starting with 1 teaspoon Therefore, a set of products is still small.
fruit will last turn. They are tasty and sweet, like them he will eat without any tweaks on my part.
But GW I do not tidy up in the morning and evening, remains in the diet. Very helpful for immunity, but he he oh how winter needs!

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Chessmate

author notes: written and published, after a period of time almost ashamed, just because someone from 5 (-5 days !!!!) birthday and I would be a horrible person if I let you win laziness.
That story should not have a sequel, but I'm burnt out if I never make anything of what I propose to do. I could say that this or chapter will have a sequel, but since nothing is impossible to beat the revolving door, I refrain from saying more rubbish than I have already spoken.
So here she is, Sylvia, who knows what inspiration does not strike me like a bolt from the blue and I can not produce something better, for your birthday: D

I get up, I do a few steps toward the kitchen and then I block.

I sit back down, although I fear that "sit" is not the appropriate verb. I take a good culata, also doing a lot of noise.

She overlooks the living room, a raised eyebrow to emphasize his expression quizzical.

I, however, I have no idea to propose that expression.

I could ask what it means that kiss, but I do not want to know.

I could ask her if he eventually succumbed to the insistence of one of her suitors door to door, but do not want to know.

She asks

- Beer or wine?

I nearly did not answer, I do not know!

Instead, being able to build on part of my brain that controls the lips say

- Beer?

you back to the kitchen, calmly, as if he knew exactly what I'm about to do, although I'm not sure either.

soon I'm sure of not being seen, take the door and I'm leaving. Part of me wants to close it quietly so that she does not know it, but that part of me is rather slow, because when the thought comes to mind, has already slammed the door and I'm falling down the stairs.

My ears whistle and as soon as the chill wind whipping my face, I realize that something is wrong: I'm cold.

I forgot my jacket.

This means that I'll go get it, sooner or later. But not now. Definitely not now.

numb My body reminds me that I had promised a beer, but will have to wait. Now I'm too pissed off to drink.

banish the thought and shrug: I do not want to think about it. I'm going to take my jacket next Wednesday, maybe.

you'll be laughing. He will have seen the jacket, will have realized that they are gone, that I escaped.

will wait next Wednesday and will do so again, I got put in check. I'll have to sacrifice the dignity of bishop or knight of self-love, to get out.

For a moment, I seem to feel the smooth surface of the board under your feet.

Can you really be so stupid?

My sad monologue is interrupted abruptly.

A stabbing pain in my stomach takes your breath and thoughts.

I fall forward, but someone takes it and pushes me against the wall. Bang your head and slide on the ground.

It's all so sudden that I can not even be afraid.

In the mouth I have a horrible metallic taste, my stomach seems to be on fire.

hurts, fuck.

The alley is dark and I can not see who hit me, but they're laughing, and I understand that this is more than one.

shooting forward, combating nausea, and pure ass dodge a punch. Someone hold me arm.

I turn around and strike at random. Para a nose on the way of my fist and I feel it breaking. The noise is horrendous. This is the first time I seriously fight with someone. The adrenaline pumping forced my heart like a bellows, so that I feel as if about to burst.

loser I'd be the first in history to die of a heart attack during a fight. One thing very undignified.

My nose avoids the fate of that of my opponent by a narrow margin, but my eye is not so lucky.

I fall to the ground, while the right side of my world becomes a painful and blinding white.

One of the guys give me a kick, must be the one to which I broke my nose.

Then, the light of a lamp lights up a face and I nearly burst out laughing. Hysterical laughter, which I would like on the lungs and throat, as if struggling to escape.

are pedestrians: the pretenders. Allies against the common enemy.

suddenly seem agitated, they leave in a hurry, someone says something like "has fallen! We were just helping him to get up! "

close my eyes, the healthy and the pulsing as if in a little heart all its own. What a ridiculous situation

.

few more seconds and I will be able to get up and go home. Maybe I'll buy another jacket.

This evening could not really get any worse.

I wrong.

Someone comes to mind and, with the lump in my throat, step up.

Then the agitation gives way to shame.

Catherine is there, squatting on the ground with his hand stretched out still.

- You forgot your jacket. - He says, handing me. It seems as if about to cry.

I'll take it and not knowing what to say, I fucked up:

- I still have that beer?

She stares at me really crying now. I feel the pieces falling separately from the board reversed.

- And a bag of ice, perhaps?

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Nov 21st, Toronto






November 21 in Toronto was a parade of Santa Clauses. And we Danielkoy decided to watch it and went to downtown. The same idea came to mind, in my opinion, all parents! B transport was an awful lot of people. And okay, went with the children that something could already see and understand what is happening. Why the hell did people trudged back to wheelchairs, like me? I have an excuse for this stupidity, I met with my friends riding)) These lucky live in downtown, they just had to pull out their priests out of the house. And for me all these attacks nehily hassle.
I almost like the local buses, they are provided with descending ramp, and go is very convenient. But yesterday, the passage was full wheelchair. In the underground, as it turned out, not at each station has a lift for wheelchairs and wheelchairs. And it was very unhappy trying to find a way to overcome the stairs and escalators at the ready with a stroller and sleeping in her son. And finally stumble exit with wheelchair access denied "and you want to search again.
met, waited for the procession of Santa Claus more than an hour on the street. Okolelov and drum on this venture. And the crazies took place with chairs and sat for hours in a blanket and slurps Freestuff coffee.
Denkoy And we went to the guests. In principle, this was the purpose of our trip, so I was very pleased yesterday)

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Dakshin creations)

See what my brilliant friend Dasha!
She herself, her grip makes these magical things just for her (And our) enjoyment! helps her son, fabulous boy!
Well, my husband, my husband is also excellent, as is Anton offended yet))))

house Moomin
http://dasha-boo.livejournal.com/164358.html

a year ago, she made house seals.
first seals lived in her imagination, then they lived in the drawn form
http://dasha-boo.livejournal.com/92779.html

and only then built Dasha them a home.

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buddylist-tape look.
Talented still guys in the gums, molodtsy!
And just unreal wanted the club, aaaaaaa!
"I want to dance, I dance!" as they sang "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" on a similar bit)))

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Baby shower



Baby shower. American tradition to congratulate the future mother and give gifts to the long-awaited infant. The tradition is gaining popularity worldwide. In Russia is unlikely to take hold, we are Russian too superstitious to her. I myself have friends to visit called when the kid was almost a month.
very nice holiday. Usually at this party are invited women only. Now men can come, but it's a series of drag its nice to watch "Sex and the City 2"))
At the entrance to the neck, each with a sign hanging beads. I was a Maggie Simpson. And when the game starts, then the team all shared on these tags. Tasks were themed. For example, given a sheet with the full name of the expected baby, a triple, as usual. Many letters, and here are had to make as many words. My team won this "Scrabble" and I went home with a gift)
But first, all were treated to snacks, acquainted and chatted. Women of all ages who shared their experiences with the future mother. Our kids played. Danielka desperately to flirt with a girl of 11 months, tried to sneak with her beads and joyfully boom, pulling the dress. Then he switched to older women. Charmed everyone behaved perfectly, my little gentleman! Do not cry, go to all the handles with a welcoming smile.
And what a sweet table! Very tasty, but the main thing - cake with the inscription "Farewell tum, hello Mom!" So cuuute!!!




Then culprit celebrations began to unpack the gifts, but Denichke it was time to sleep and we went home.


In parting guests kulechki handed, and in them the gift card to Starbucks.

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2006

Sokolova, someone you my paw?))
2007
Toronto. What a beautiful parade held here! Just animated pictures, so much attention to detail images. And it is evident that the people themselves were making their grand costumes. And I was always without fancy, just feyushka.

Halloween 2008 so well begun. Advance tickets have been purchased in the VIP area on David Guetta. We met at a party girl. And he was at our disposal all the great bars of this little girl. And the boys from Barmen skills. And wanted to try everything, everything shakes. Here is my hodgepodge of alcohol and shattered.


I would rest before club raid, but have already filed a limousine. And there was also a fucking bar. In general, all arrivals in the clubs I stayed in the car. Briefly revived in the night smoothly, to pass in the final club and climb on the second floor. Remnants of consciousness glad that we have vip-zone and the terms are sofas. While all the fun the hits Guetta, I'm sweet slept in one of them. Me in turn approached the guys from our large companies, as I visit. I brought home the driver of the girl herself. Which all started so well.
I'm only a few times in adult life to such a state that's drunk, or rather herbs. Wally! Watched later reports from the speech of the world DJing, what if I could sleep all !!!!???
2009. Halloween coincided with korparativom, there were no costumes. Noted in only that open bar Rolling Stones. I was already pregnant, so peacefully drank b / a strawberry mojito. Refuse alcohol was easy, I'm behind the wheel arrived. Admired his drunken kollegushkami. Especially at the one, the most high-level. Well, it certainly is not comme il faut. In the eyes of his subordinates in a trash booze, that all did not already know where to go from shame.

otmazyvatsya necessary not only from drinking but also from questions about my outstanding merits))

all Only a year ago, we Dashutka heartily idiotnichali, and now we are both Mothers))


Helloun 2010. Again, I dressed up in angel wings. Acne has been in a sports suit and played in Ronaldo) Danielku dressed pandochkoy. Sitting at home, and met with their kids charged pripevochkoy "Trick or Treating". Nobody wants his house pelted rotten eggs, so all choose Treating and treat children's candy.

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Black & White Vol.2

Author's Note: mh. Publishing this, just because I'm not ever public ... is inspired by something that I dreamed one night, as regards the setting at least.
Damn cold!
I sometimes ask myself why do I need to publish here, really XD
But never mind, it's always something, right?
I want a cup of hot chamomile ...

He opened his eyes, drawing a deep, noisy breathing, apnea was almost up to that point, and found himself staring at the brilliant blue sky.

A thick head made him tighten his jaw and fists, it was as if someone was trying to open his skull with a hole in a corkscrew.

After that the pain was reduced, he brought a hand to his face to shield his face from the sun, was surprised to find dirt and grass land.

His brain recorded the information and after a few seconds, came to the conclusion that it was in was a meadow. Not that the thing was very useful, since it lacked other essential information, such as, for example, who he was or how he got there in a meadow.

A motion of panic takes your breath away and he, as a reaction, curled up on itself.

She listened and was able to distinguish, in addition to the hum of insects, music. It was a happy and familiar melody, but there were other noises, more distant and less real: he seemed to hear someone screaming in the distance, but, however hard he tried, he could not understand what.

- Are you going to stay there much longer? - said a female voice.

He winced, standing up so suddenly, he almost ended up back on the ground.

The person who had spoken let out a chuckle. She was a girl, with hair so blond it seemed white and blue eyes so as to appear fake.

was dressed in black and white, which he did emphasize his pale complexion.

- are about to begin. - Continued, staring through the eyes of a teacher who patiently tries to restore order an unruly pupil.

The boy opened and closed his mouth a few times, but without able to say anything.

He was still trying to come to terms with her situation and had a throbbing headache and the girl, whoever she was, had to stand in line and wait his turn.

But she did not seem to have sensed this reasoning, because he grabbed my arm and began to drag in the direction from which came the music.

He tried, without great success, to resist and, for a moment, he was blinded, although the sun is behind him, the same as if someone shined a light in his eyes.

She stopped so suddenly he ran into, he turned and, with serious look, he asked

- What's your name?

He was silent a moment still, then, for the first time since he woke up in that place, he spoke, his voice hoarse and breathless:

- I have not the faintest idea.

She gave a half smile.

- a name is a bit 'long. - He said.

The boy stared at her blankly.

- It was not much of a joke, right?

- Not at all. - He said.

She shrugged her shoulders, then began to drag.

Again the boy tried to point the foot, and since he had already done it once, he decided to speak again.

- Where we'd be going? - Felt a strange taste in mouth, almost metallic.

There was no answer, but, in contrast, saw their goal.

For a hundred yards away, there were circus tents blacks and whites and a small church in a poor condition. Around the tents there were people, all dressed similarly to the girl.

The music was becoming closer and more strong.

- I never liked the circus. - He said. - The above clown. They all look so happy ... mortally

His interlocutor looked at him sideways, stopping.

- You do not remember your name, but you know you do not like clowns. Excuse me for saying so, but you should reconsider your priorities.

- Do not laugh ... not even that - he was interrupted by the sudden passage of a huge black and white ball.

- I know what's going on here? - Churches.

- There is a party. - She said. - A ceremony of welcome. - Did not seem very happy.

- For whom? - not really interested, but focus on what was definitely better not to think that the black hole was in the brain.

- A guy. It is there in the church.

- do not seem enthusiastic. - He said, looking at the church, while his brain worked tirelessly in an attempt to make sense of everything that was going on.

- No, not particularly. - She said. By moving his eyes from the welcoming committee at the door hanging off its hinges.

- Why?

- Well, I never like when new people arrive, and then that guy is not very nice. Never laughs at my jokes.

- What a horrible person. - Let him escape. The girl did not seem to mind the sarcasm, because he said, looking at him with a chuckle, as if he had just said something very funny

- Really! Come on, accompany me inside. - Not that he had much choice, since she was still holding tight to the wrist.

snorted, as he brought his free hand to his chest that had suddenly begun to ache as if someone squeezing him with the same block cement.

Before potersene even realize it, he found himself inside the church. Someone somewhere was singing.

Near the altar in ruins was something that looked quite a coffin.

- I do not like even the dead. - He said.

- He is not dead. - She said, and despite himself approached the coffin.

At first, a little 'out of respect, a bit' out of fear, the boy kept his eyes down, but after a few seconds, curiosity got the better and looked up the coffin and its contents.

He jumped back: it was the least prepared for what was saved before.

In case he was there with his eyes closed and arms folded.

Then it was as if something in his brain had been unlocked. There was no pain or flashbacks, or images or feelings. Simply, the memories, which previously seemed elusive, now were there: a little 'confused, but all in order and perfectly understandable.

The road, friends, music, motorcycles, the crash, the pain and darkness.

- Now I remember your name? - The girl was staring at him with a strange smile on his lips.

He nodded, strangely quiet. The worst was still passed, right?

looked at the girl, who was still smiling.

- And now? - The churches.

- And now it begins. - she said, letting go of her wrist.

came the shock.

came the darkness.

came to light.

The monitor showed that, against all odds, the boy's heart had begun beating.

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iPhone first appeared 3 years ago. And I, of course, very much wanted this toy. I was just in Canada, and waiting for the official delivery. Do not wait, and before his departure to Moscow, bought the iPhone illegally. Under cover of night on a deserted parking lot is accomplished transaction. We Vitalik gave my last shishi, and we stretched out the car window a treasured box. Until then, until I was not unlocked in Moscow, I did not even know if it works! Earned. And has served me faithfully for 3 years. All previous CellPhones long I did not stay - 2 times voprovali, broke, bored quickly. But this iPhone so many times I dropped her, and ran it for me even on the asphalt trailed on headphones) and forgot the ladies' room of various institutions in Moscow. Most trick was to leave it in the early morning in the toilet Starlight. It's clear what we got dressed up with friends early Saturday morning after the club)) I ate taste good eggs Benedict, came to their senses and went home. Halfway I do not find the phone and ask a taxi urgently return to the cafe. And lo! He waited for me, the most conspicuous place. No one took!

And now I really like iphone 4G. It is sold with a contract for 3 years. Ambush in the fact that they are not in the presence of the operator Rogers (like our MTS). It is unclear why such a deficit, because the sea wishing for this phone. But they can not catch a sale, delivery of instantaneous flow. Came Acne from Quebec and remembered his friend, the manager of Rogers. And the only way I have for a week the new iPhone 4G!!! I really like. It seems to be a familiar interface, but all the better. Before I did not use all the features of the phone was too lazy to install all. But now I have such nehily monthly fee that I soaked through from it all fun))



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g1

mood yesterday was right Friday - tusit and have fun. But we do because this baby home, we have to choose something quieter. Gathered in a movie to go. While laid-fed baby, all sessions have ended. Returned home, taking vederochko Häagen-Dazs ice cream with caramel, chocolate and almonds. Mmm, yummy! Watched Red and pail sentence (la)) I passed out immediately after the last spoon)) Vitaliy said it should be. Today we will examine adventures ageless Bruce Willis.

I am so fond of the bouquet, which stands beside the bed! He's such a sunny, because in the center of a sunflower)

And I finally passed the G1 test on driving theory. The first time I failed. Handed over to English, because taught there. I run into issues that were not among 170 vyzubrennyh me (sorry it was a half-day spent in the queue. Why such a crowd willing to pass on the right come from? Because Rabotnicki authorities long strike. I do not know what they fought and they got in the end. Queue for hours - that's for sure.
inconvenient that there is no uniform set of rules, benefits SDA with questions, as in Russia. To just pick up and learn on 100% of all tickets. I taught the rules according to different sources. Defended today 3.5 hours in the queue (stoyala!! Already stiff back, seats were occupied) and select a test in Russian. I came across the same version as the first time. Well, I asked to see their mistakes and today no one did)
Well, now the hardest to come. Pass the driving around town in G2 and hi-veyam full category G.

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Thanksgiving

Canada, was long weekend after Thanksgiving. Not that our family is specially to celebrate this holiday, but the visitors came to the bride's brother Vitalik. And We like these Canadians, this day was a family feast.
In school we read texts about the holiday and decided to celebrate with other classes. Suggested each bring something out of food. We are all different nationalities and so everyone brought something, taken in its culture. The idea - great! Tables were lined with Asian noodles, Indian rice, hellishly spicy, Mexican tortillas, they were sauces, dumplings, pizza. And a separate table with a sweet, from my regular charlotte (though and baked with white flour and sugar, did not get up again, damn). And the music were asked to bring all his, too, were dancing in different styles. The result was a multicultural party!

yet we Vitalik went to the birthday of his friend. Celebrating took place in a small club and the guests were almost all Russian. Simply amazing, what all these Russian party of the same in Toronto. You seem to get on a disco in summer camp. Or in a recreation of Chekhov or Obninsk, of which 90 organized clubs. The vodka flows like water, atmosphere of unrestrained drunken separation. In principle, once a year it's even fun to go to a party. Remember the golden youth, drunk, with no special claims to this life. But it must be good to drink, yes. I was absolutely sober, and watch for drunken youth who bawl "Grass-grass near the house ..." I got really bored. Well, at least Acne was fun with his Druganov football) the first time we left malyshika with his grandmother and had promised not to late to go back. We are good fellows, 1 night at home were.

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and think about beauty nails)

I'm their kind of girl that "washed, combed and went." By beauty salons, I do not walk about at all there mesotherapy, chemical peels, laid with the ironing and coloring eyebrows. Master cosmetologist I need only a couple of procedures. Among them, a manicure-pedicure. I honestly tried to learn these tricks of the home. I had bought all sorts of tools, devices, tools, lamps for drying. Nail files of all types, wire cutters, scissors, paints, coatings, before, during and after. I sat for hours over their miserable 20 fingers and the result was always a nightmare. In the end I was all correct to the master in the parlor.
All this time spent in Canada, I have not had the opportunity to go to a salon, no one to leave the baby. Omit a description of how I tried to keep the nails on their own right. All even worse than usual.
husband asked friends and found me a place where everything promised in the best way to do so. Here is a beauty salon, I would like it Russian! Saturday I finally reclining in a chair with electrical massager, an experienced expert at Il deftly put in order my poor feet. Communicating with her was pleasant and helpful. About the gardens, children's money, schools.
client all the constants are friends of the masters. One just struck me. Beautiful woman, it is seen that for 40. But with a beautiful figure and the person who dressed stylishly and at 9 months ..! Trim tummy, legs long and slender, hipsters. And this is her 5! baby! All from one man. With it came its beauty daughter. And when she and the eldest son of 25 years walks, everyone thinks it's her young lover. "And look at me like an old bitch," laughed this amazing woman. Very
I liked the salon itself, the master Irina did all the procedures and superski nebolno, there is a "but." It is unrealistic far away from us. I spent 5:00 on the road on their own. I need to learn to surrender to the law itself to ride around town in a car! Come and buy it should be, yeah)

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expensive watches me like a very long time. Several Years ago I even mentally matured to spend a lot of money on them. And then my friend took off her doroguschy Jaeger-LeCoultre, in our area. Apparently on a tip. Surrounded by a porch and gently asked to pay the most. Lucky, of course, that an amicable way. And the clock is not the buying, but a gift from admirers were not so sorry though. And I decided that FIG my expensive watch, if I so sludge every rustle, stepping into the doorway. And after a history of robbery in general could not go home at night, paranoid Fear covered.
Time passed and I have reappeared an object of desire. Chopard Happy Beach to fish. A colleague at work was of such and straight hochushku my reopen)) I, as a respectable girl, all ears Vitaly this clock buzz last summer. He is on the price hiccupped, but cheerfully promised, "For the first-born to Me!". Who knew that our Denka so quickly will be born!)) and will stoooolko term costs of different things to do! When our boy was born, we bought a new apartment. It was necessary to repair it to do. It cost akkurat like these watches. When there is such a choice - repairs or watch - of course, that choice actually not) and a Natural, an expensive watch after all of excess funds to buy. And do not save, uzhimayas and denying other amenities. I drum on this desire for years to come, until we become prosperous feudal lords)))
But watch something I still need more. How long do I look for them, to choose - one, a son, with Mary, with her husband. That's with him and we just stumbled upon a watch Marc by Marc Jacobs. I liked one model with a steel strap. But I need are just black! Has become the Internet to look and found them. Clock-a dream! But they are from last year's collection "The girl". They do this whole issue was a success, I liked many things, particularly shoes. Still wear.
In retail this old model does not buy her watch. But I do produced in the U.S. department store. Order by mail, they long to see me go and come!


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Finally, we examined the normal physician. Now at least I know that the growth of our boy 69 cm and weighs 7.250 kg.
Zdorovyachok this for 5.5 months, as I milk your fattened!
Back in Moscow, I decided that vaccination in the city child needs, too much contagion soars. But because of the hell in the summer heat vaccination did. Here the choice of parents, I realized not given. The child must be vaccinated by law. Here are today much as two feet planted in the baby, catch up with the schedule of vaccination. Dani stoically endured such humiliation, man! We are waiting for a reaction now, and the temperature may be. While dryhnet on the street for 2 hours, which is abnormally for an afternoon nap.

keep the house - very expensive. I'm not even about the utility payments, mortgages, etc. Our bedroom is akkurat above the garage at night and very cold in bed. Last winter Acne somehow torment in holodryge, but a child-you can not freeze. I have it and so at night dress and Kuta as the winter walk. Began to change the insulation from the garage. Remove old - at least $ 300, pour a new one on the ceiling, $ 1000, and repaired all drywall -2000 $. All the windows look good superficially, but miss the wind. In Moscow, my mother and I just stick with windows for the winter. And here propose to change them around the house. Still under $ 10,000 counted. But I think it can only be in our room and bathroom to change.
But I am very glad that we live in the house, not condo. Apartment in the heart of downtown - it's for young, childless, working and Tusya people. From toddler to live well out of town. Ideally, good to have and house and apartment. We will be working on it)

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October

today made a lunch for a truly seasonal. Stuffed eggplant.
intermediate stage. even a drop mayonnaise and cheese sprinkled hills at the end. So vkuusno!



Apple pie with cinnamon, "Charlotte". Made of black flour and brown sugar. We Maria sacred trust that they are much healthier white) Only baking because they have many times not lift (edakii kavrizhki all the time go. On the pear tart with honey is the same garbage was. My sweet look unpresentable yet. But they are much tastier than here so that's nice-looking "tiramisu", from which I do Sunday was bad.


people in the class becomes more and more. But, surprisingly, the learning process is not affected. All topics and the rules are processed on topical texts and anecdotes. I, as usual, again, all fun. But not both at school and an adult. I sit in silence, not talk, the teacher not to interrupt. But when his turn comes to me says something, to give his version, so I give. All side by side))
today remembered here such

Two goldfish were swimming around in a bowl.
One said to the other: "Do you believe in God?"
"Yes, of course! Who do you think changes the water?"

Two fish swim in an aquarium. One friend asks "Do you believe in God?"
"Of course I believe!" But who do you think our water is always changing?? "

Looks like my favorite anecdote of twins in the womb.

We got cold, rain charges. In the intervals between them quickly walk with a stroller. Away from home will no longer leave. Yesterday, it was clear we went to the bank with Denkoy. And while I tried to imagine credit card issue, livanulo. I had to sit in a cafe Swiss Chalet has ribs and wait for us the car will be taken home.

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sleep, baby, sleep

first months of life Danielchik slept in the cradle of Simplicity. Highly recommend! Small size, lightweight, mobile, can move up to the bed itself. Yes, even around the home to carry on wheels. One stenochka swings and all baby on display.


Our boy only for the first couple of months has grown by 12 cm, cradle became too small for long. Beginning to choose a crib, and then Canada loomed real. It seems like an expensive crib brief did not want to buy. At the same time, my girlfriend from work offers a model to take their bed from which her son grew up.
machine I had not was. In general, we got a crib with home delivery. My Lovely beauties priperli bed for the third floor)))


bargain even brought 2 cakes, 3 pizzas, juices. Ahh, I almost killed them))) I made "Greek" cakes. Thus, these nymphs ate my salad and ate a spoonful of sweet and all. One, you see, was going for a massage, the other, too, found a reason to refrain from overeating. But I have some will power zero, barely shoved at least one cake vobratku Hawa, and a couple liters of juice. Others tyschi calories left on me))
crib we had very congenial. Denka will sleep in it every time when we are in Moscow.


Canada has chosen the crib the same tree as our bedroom suite. It is in this color I had to wait almost a month for deliveries. And boy was sleeping all the time in the arena of Graco. Now the arena is on the first floor, and sometimes during the day it is laid to sleep.
In bed he slept very freely. Even too much! In the dream he so much spinning at such a freedom that turning over and waking himself of it. So funny! While it enclose the pillow, narrow space.
front panel does not fall, no such function. Awkward kid pack and get on his outstretched hands. I'm worried that lohanulsya when ordering, not paying attention to it. But it turns out, Canada has banned the produce crib with movable walls. Apparently, parents often forget to lift the shutter, and kids fell to the floor.

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Originally posted by tatiana_spb at collection of signatures in the case of the death of Lisa Fomkin

13 September 20010, in Orekhovo-Zuevo Moscow region missing woman with a child 5 years old.
Woman - invalid 2 groups and the child were found dead September 22 and 23.
investigating authorities and the MOE under the law
waited three days and only then began search for missing in the woods near Moscow.
great help provided by volunteers.
People have responded with help from Moscow and the region.
Because of imperfect laws the adoption of the statement about the loss of human tragedies happen every day.
Today we are not able to save a little girl, she was 5 years old.
quest did not start immediately due to the fact that she was out walking with my aunt.
If the search began immediately, the aunt and the little girl probably would be alive.
Looking participated in the main volunteers.
And this is not an isolated case in this regard, we strongly demand
amend the existing legislation, because, God forbid, and your baby may be lost -
chances of survival had to be minimal.
Let us act, if we do not - no one.
(a) http://www.democrator.ru/problem/29 08

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warm September

September in the courtyard and again I to school) every evening, from 18.30 am learning! And I really like. I am delighted that 3 years ago to study English chose Canada. This country of immigrants know how fast train, the system worked for decades. The most complicated things, idioms, grammar stored at times. My classmates as always international. Training is through dialogue, so once again I learned a lot about their native countries - China, Iraq, Pakistan, Mexico, Colombia, Poland, Bulgaria, Algeria. And each has its own history of getting into Canada, their destinies.

On the 5 th call received a health card at least for the baby. And I found that bureaucrats - it is a separate nation, down and out of idiots! We do not take four times for different reasons - that the pope's presence is necessary, then here's this bumazhechku, and this letter does not suit us. And for the fifth time we all prepared, stood with a stack of documents at the ready, and my aunt at the window pulls a Canadian passport, Daniel and says, "Everything else we do not need. If you have a passport the child, the more we are not interested in anything. "I'm just speechless lost (luckily for them!). What do you think where we started all previous visits for medical insurance for your child? Naturally from the fact that this is his blue passport, it is Canadian, etc. I have to get used to that here are the same morons in charge of everything!

Finally, I visited visiting friends in downtown. Under its own power of the Congress. Just as I thought, it is difficult from our home to the subway to get to without a car, buses are very seldom go. A taxi costs $ 50 one way. Once in the subway has everything to quickly and easily. But I was glad to finally see at least one of their girlfriends, sit on the balcony c with light meal, cracked his in a feminine way. They have a lovely apartment in the center, 2 minutes from the subway, and the windows overlook a quiet courtyard, with views of the CN Tower. When my husband tactfully left us alone, we have plenty to gossip about all the friends)) I promised not to disappear, and I do not damn)

On Sunday I was again, this time with his family in Toronto where the festival took place in Ukraine. 3-day shut down the whole street scene set with songs, dances, lots of tents with a national food and souvenirs. Separate rounding- were tent with a beer "Lvivska and Slavutich. I believe, on the evening of our fellow citizens notably there drunk. But we took a walk during the day and was not drunk, even smoking a single man is not seen. But anyway, I do not know what interesting things in these festivals. In Moscow the day the city - it's very very hard, Gopnik and holiday visitors. Although alcohol is officially banned the sale, the terms of a wandering drunkards. Muscovites themselves trying on that day in the center does not protrude. And I'm in the City Day is usually DR celebrated its. Inviting friends to a picnic, I always knew that the municipality, for the sake of my holiday in nature, the clouds disperse, and evening fireworks also give. It was very preferred)

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Small premise: you, this time the notes are at the beginning of the author. Also this was for a contest, the input were five or six lines of text, where you could see the chick said that she had to begin. The text was attended by a thousand or more, needless to say I did not win anything at all:) but okay. In any case, if this poor boy with no name had a longer history than a couple of pages, you discover that his father is a failed musician, tall skinny tall and thin, his older brother, a mechanic, the other a brother cook, her sister and two brothers, a college student the slacker and the other aspiring doctor. Yeah right.
But since this story is born and died here, all this information is fairly useless, although a careful observer (or even someone I know fairly well) can say lots of things ...
Ps: there was once a girl who was leaving tomorrow for erasmus ... good trip honey! I'll miss this year!



I try not to think about the game as a lost cause, which is not facilitated by the fact that for years now, every Wednesday night sacrosanct, my king is threatened by black white queen, under the astonished eyes of his wife.
In a nutshell: I suck at chess.
Catherine has twenty-five years, six more than me and, in my limited experience with women, is undoubtedly the most beautiful I have ever seen, even if it inspires the same confidence of a basket full of cobras.
Needless to say, has a lot of suitors.
Some say it's because of his immense intelligence, others argue that because of the depth of her eyes, brown hair and shiny blacks.
I am convinced that it is for his fifth of the bra, but, as I said, I do not mean a lot of women, so I could be wrong.
I sit on the pillow and you, as always, makes the first move.
We started playing on a Wednesday to four years ago, when they are thrown to his house, with the breath.
My mother, after nine months of nerve-wracking waiting, had brought home yet another baby son of an unknown father, and my father's wish, had finally decided he had had enough.
So while my older brother took care of my new recruits and gave way to the fireworks, I had taken the door and I left.
taking my time, I respond to his moves in a way that seems more logical. Catherine looks at the board and produce a Cheshire Cat grin, as if I had done exactly the move that she would have wanted.
gave me the time and repetitions of Latin, between one year and the other is sipped all Saw my mind from a fifteen-American family situation comedy. Go to his house, I would have saved a lot 'of explanations that I was not in condition or mood to give.
"Let's play chess." Decided.
"I can not." I said, glum.
"Better."
a move fluid, eat my horse, which goes to make the company the long line of pedestrians killed in the war.
"How are you doing home?" Asks after a while '.
"Go." I say, moving.
"Little?" Farewell, Bishop.
show him a hand full of patches.
"He likes to play doctor," I say "I have patches in places I did not even know existed."
She laughs, affable, and also sweeps away my last tower.
"Check. You should take it with you one of these on Wednesday. "
Yes, we lack just that.
I look at the chessboard, then her.
Why me?
More than once knocked on his door boys of all types and species and, with the most absurd excuses, they tried to take it out with them.
"Not tonight." was always the answer "My boyfriend and I are playing chess." And the door shut on the astonished gaze of the boys and the redness of the undersigned.
move, trying to prolong the agony of my king for as long as possible. Catherine
often jokes of this kind, but I have not yet figured out whether it is serious or if she likes only cause tachycardia.
my part, a little 'fear of response, and a little' out of cowardice, I never wanted to seek clarification.
"Checkmate." She says, exultant, as if he actually did not win every damn game. "We finished early tonight, only fifty minutes. "
" I have to be a bit 'out of shape. "I try to put a joke, but mentally I apologize to the black king to yet another humiliation.
I understand my friend, we both chased and cornered by a woman calculator and lazy.
seems as if the man look at me, shrugging his shoulders. Perhaps the game worth the candle, he said.
A hand pushes me, tearing my thoughts. Catherine
I print a quick kiss on the lips, then I use as a support and gets up, heading for the kitchen.
"Want a drink?" He asks in a tone of innocent from the next room.
I open and close the mouth, it seems likely a fish-looking unintelligent.
Why me? It's the only thing I can ask.
Probably, he says the part of me decided to be honest with herself on the edge of masochism, was another of his moments of pleasure.

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