Category Archives: Uncombed Thoughts
Making gingerbread cookies. Sasha is playing nearby. Listening to Christmas music. Thinking: what if another Jesus is already born. What if it is my or your kid, or your neighbor kid, or a kid in your kid’s class? What if … Continue reading
Сижу на кухне, пью Малбек, слушаю “но я остаюсь”, читаю Фаину Раневскую – гремучая смесь и мне хорошо…. не классно, не здорово, а просто хорошо, и от этого хорошо тоже….
I was making Russian pancakes, listening to online radio where iconic Russian singer Vladimir Vysotsky was singing his stories (it seems that I remember his voice for as long as I remember myself). And I was thinking that here I … Continue reading
I was watering my ferns. I love ferns. I love them for no obvious reasons. Maybe, it is ancient memory of old times when my prehistoric relatives were hiding in them from sable-tooth tigers. Or maybe not. And, actually, do … Continue reading