воскресенье, 24 июня 2012 г.


At the beginning of May my friend invited me to go with her to the season opening of Porche club. There were invitation for her and her father, but he was working that day. So I was her father XD)
It was carried out in fitness club located at one of the most beautiful places of Moscow - Serebryannyi Bor. Just ten meters after the fence of this center there was river with beautiful view, it seemed especially good because of nice weather.
I knew that there is a swimming pool there, but when we looked out of windows, me and my friend both gasped for breath! Outside there was opened swimming pool, sauna, beach beds - and all this in May already! Warm water, sun - on photos it seemed that we were somewhere in Turkey or Greece :)

Some closet photos of course)

суббота, 16 июня 2012 г.

dark shadows

More than a month ago we celebrated my Mom`s birthday. We met our relatives at the restaraunt, I was especially glad to see my cousins (in fact they are not cousins for me, in Russian language there is a special term for this kind of sisters... but I`ll call them like that).
We went to cinema to watch Dark Shadows. I really liked the atmosphere of this movie, characters and how did they look like...but story itself... I think it was crumpled a bit. And Eva Green was amasing as a witch, really.
I wore my new dress from KiraPlastinina. I`m in love with the color, at the beginning of May, which occured to be really cold, I already felt like summer. Unfortunately, something wrong was with my hair... maybe the answer is that I slept only 4 hours after my friend`s birthday party the day before, woke up at 5 a.m. to go back to Moscow from Dubna... not an easy day at all...

Me and my sister Anya.

пятница, 15 июня 2012 г.


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster—so, when Hope he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure—
That sad answer, "Nevermore!"

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

One of my favourite poems, Raven of Edgar Allan Poe. I`m in mysterious mood right now, maybe because of the storm bursted out my window 15 minutes ago. That`s why I felt I want to post it here. Some old scary story, you know.

четверг, 14 июня 2012 г.

want to share some happiness

I have a fantastic news, at least I think they are. Almost a year ago I talked with my parents about different physical summer schools around the world. In February I sent my documents to one of them... and guess what?

I`m going do Darmstadt, Germany, to take part in GSI Summer Student Program! Here me and other 30 or so students will take part in different experiment which are carried out there, in GSI Helmholtz Centre for Heavy Ion Research. Mine project is development of Crystal Spectrometer (to be true, I`m not really familiar with spectrometers, but who cares :) Also we`ll have some lectures, and I hope, lots of fun!
There will come guys from all over the world - Italy, Japan, Thailand. I just can`t wait going there.
Maybe the only problem that I will miss one month in the university, but I`ll cope with that, I`m sure. And also my dearest friend Ira is coming to Germany when I`ll be there too! We are developing a plan of meeting already, because I`ll live near Frankfurt, and she will live in Dresden - so one of us will have a little trip.

Are there anybody from Germany? I can`t wait doing some shopping. I really need Ed Hardy and Abercrombie&Fitch there. Any tips? :)

воскресенье, 3 июня 2012 г.


Sorry guys for having no news from me for almost two months! It was busy time for me, and it is still is - I`m in the middle of my exams, already passed two, there are three ahead...
In the next few posts I`ll describe shortly what had happened with me since it was April.

The only news I can say right now is that I`ve created an account on Bloglovin, as I`ve heard too much about it :)
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