A Letter of an Experienced Woman to Young Girls

Just liberally translated a Russian article from the net, trying to save the author's style. Unfortunately I don't know the author.
I suppose my destiny is a Bentley... but with all those important features stated below.
My comments are in brackets and in violet colour.
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"Relationship that have chance to be long-term, shouldn't be complicated. For how much time can a person fuck his and others' brains in non-stop mode? For half year, for a year, in most pathological cases for 2 years. And then he fucks everyone to the extent and the audience leaves the hall in mournful silence, while the hero sweats on the stage alone, under the heat of soffits.

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Fleur - Dlya Togo, Kto Umel Verit' (For The One Who Was Able To Believe)

Listen or download Fleur Для того, кто умел верить for free on Prostopleer

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Happiness of Beling Alive And Healthy

Misfortunes that happen all the time to other people - accidents, explosions, plane crushes... so many of them... make me value life even more. And on 27th of March something has happened to me too. Now that I can speak about it without any nervous tremor I decided to write this entry.

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Om Mani Padme Hum

this one is magic.
Om - 3 aspects, all beings, creation of universes.
Mani - jewel, pearl, insight
Padme - "in lotus", human consciousness
Hum - freedom of mind, a challenge to evil.
"I'm the part of the Universe, my consciousness feels insight, my mind is free from evil".

Joshua Bell

Just forgot to share what I was sent by email, but then I've found a photo in one of our magazines with the same story, and I decided that was the signal to finally post this story. 
(Source: http://www.aricent.com/legal/email_disclaimer.html)

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Comparing

Article by Olga Valyaeva and Dutch Roulette. Translated by me.

OLGA VALYAEVA
All our life consists of comparing. Since our very birth. Our moms were walking on the yard and were having conversations with other moms: who had more teeth, who got more salary, who walked, crawled, spoke...

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Michael Danna & Jeff Danna - The Blood of Cu-Chulainn

Cu-Chulainn [ku'hulin], hero of Celtic epos.
Dunno why but this Celtic music is still piercing my heart. And I feel it as a reflection of my soul - flying, proud, free and determined whatever happens.
I'm not a hero. Though thanks to this music I can feel that deep inside I am.

John Mayer - Stop This Train

Lyrics

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A wonderful saying

Liked this))

Imagination

A Very Short Horoscope

ARIES
thinks – a lot
speaks – few
acts – rightly
TAURUS
thinks – about many things
speaks – convincingly
acts – anyhow
GEMINI
thinks – about himself
speaks – what he thinks
acts – supposes that very well indeed
CANCER
thinks – constantly
speaks – temptingly
acts – according to given instructions
LEO
thinks – accurately
speaks – excessively
acts – anything he couldn’t get out of
VIRGO
thinks – one thing
speaks – another thing
acts – third thing but well enough
LIBRA
thinks – excessively
speaks – honestly
acts – with responsibility
SCORPIO
thinks – concentrated
speaks – exactly
acts – how he likes
SAGGITTARIUS
thinks – that only he…
speaks – that everyone except him…

acts – with someone else’s hands

CAPRICORN
thinks – whatever comes into his head
speaks – conclusions he’s come to
acts – what he’s able to
AQUARIUS
thinks – «so what’s needed?»
speaks – «ok, if there’s a need…»
acts – better than anyone
PISCES
thinks – that no one knows
speaks – showing off his intelligence
acts – depends on whether the work is checked

Sean's monologue from the movie "Good Will Hunting"

-Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting.

- Oh.

-Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?

- No.

-You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.

- Why, thank you.

- It's all right.

-You've never been out of Boston.

-Nope.

-So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right?

I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that.

If I ask you about women... you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.

You're a tough kid.

I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help.

If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet... but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could

level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you... who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel... to have that love for her, be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer.

And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room for two months,

holding her hand... because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you.

You don't know about real loss... 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.

Hm... exciting ^_^

Saw a dream with a big and wonderful tree in front of my window. Means success... becoming rich... and pregnancy! ^____^

I’m beginning to understand

…with whom I’d spend my whole life. Someone would say these are only impressions, intricacies of my vivid imagination, in a word - fantasies. I’d say so either, just a while ago. I would even bring lots of arguments why I think so (ex. I need to see him personally first, I can’t say anything that definitely… bla-bla-bla…). But now… now I’ve got other arguments. And that’s not because I’m blind of love or anything. That’s my weighed and mature thought based on many conclusions and even a thorough analysis. Now I’m at the age that implies mature thoughts and decisions, for goodness’ sake! A happy thing is that I’m not only able to feel deeply. My head is also working all right. ^_^

So with him I’d spend my life. I’d share dreams, thoughts, happiness and grief with him. I’d feel deepest affection and freedom at the same time because he’s not a person who’d impose anything on me but would always caringly support me by his love and respect (here I should say that respect to my life and opinion was the thing which lots of my male acquaintances were lacking). And he will never try to change me but will accept me as I am. As well as I.

I feel so easy and happy with him. Even in spite of being technically educated and having another way of thinking he shares surprisingly many of my hobbies and likings in general. At times when we talk I have a strong feeling that we’re two neighbour pieces of puzzle. We’re within the same noosphere after all!

This total match to the image of my abstract beloved one which I was holding in my heart for so long… this match is dumbfounding. Finding someone who is embodiment of your dream is hard to believe and feels like a miracle. I will caringly protect this miracle and will fight against the world if necessary. And not out of selfish feeling of “private property”…it’s much deeper than those petty things a girl would feel to a guy.

I would add much more than I’ve just written. But no need… why should I justify that? It’s just that deep inside me I know why we are together and why I want us to be together. That’s all.

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From whom I’d get
the belief that everything will be all right?
Who would give me
carelessness and taste of simplicity?
Then I wouldn’t play
a boring hide-and-seek with my fate,
then I would read in the sky
where is the path leading to my dream.
My thoughts would be light,
and I would disperse
the heavy clouds of grief
with just a broad and funny smile,
I would tie tiny knots 
(to remember something important),
I would fold the edges
of my diary pages.
I need to see things
which scattered sparks of joy,
and I need to see things
which are poisoned by pain of losses,
I need to go far 
to find something that’s close.
Only children are given this facility
to accept, believe and know - without being complicated.

A simple being, me

The irony of my existence is that I’m a very simple being - with simple way of life, simple needs and simple enjoyments. But together with this I’ve got very complicated thoughts. This is what influences my life a lot, it causes hardships in the way of life that should be simple like anything, in needs that shouldn’t look like impossible dreaming, in enjoyments that suddenly take the look of high art.

It’s in my mind and in my veins, making simplest things complicated. Perhaps I even find some delight in this upturned world - note that I turned it up with my own hands. ^_^ Otherwise why should I proceed leading such a life?

I don’t know but I’m one of those whose head is always busy with some plans and thoughts, my mind is restless and I often feel hanged up between heaven and earth))) Writing all this nonsense hurriedly I'm suddenly coming to comprehension that it’s truth. The truest truth. ^_^  And instead of getting frightened I'm starting smiling. ^_^  I bet I really like this way of being myself!

Truth

“There is one simple truth. This truth is making miracles with your own hands”. © Alexander Grin, Russian writer.

Spelling & fairytales

When I was a child English was a bit difficult for me in terms of spelling, so I invented various ways to remember spelling, ex.“together” I remembered like “to + get + her”. Well, I should say the truth is out there, as for most of guys “being together” means “to get her”…  Just “to get her and give her the time”, what a silly and pathetic wish.

Foolish people, you can be together even if you both are separated by thousands of miles. Though is sounds more like a fairytale, but remember that you’re dealing with a person who loves fairytales.

Loves, but is not a character of a fairytale herself.

Miles

Somebody says: distance matters. For someone distance is nonsence. Two very lonely and very brave people will always find each other.

But it may be not hearty enough. Bounds broke by miles. Distance kills even eternity, or I’d rather say, it kills vows about eternity of love.

And it can be something that one can’t overcome. Some obstacles which can’t be destroyed. Then you’ll have to be merciless and consciously kill your love.

How nice it is living without someone’s voice and someone’s glance… And I even won’t make up my mind to mix sweet aroma of avocado and bitter aroma of a field cornflower.