Собираюсь на встречу. Директор: Тебе нужны буклеты? Я могу дать. Я: Да, у Барри (сосед по офису) лежит пачка на столе, я собиралась у него стырить немного. Директор (лезет в шкаф): Можешь стырить у меня, у меня тырить престижнее...
“Hmmm… What could be actually much better than waking up on spring Monday morning in the freshly clean room on the freshly changed sheets?... hmmm… One thing definitely it is… waking up on spring SUNDAY morning in freshly clean room on freshly changed sheets and go barefoot-eyes-closed to freshly cleaned kitchen to make coffee and come baaaack to
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Yesterday, 20.02.11, Sunday was two years since I took a decision to come to Ireland, wrote an e-mail to future work to have no way back and bought a silver necklace to remember. Never regret since, just pity I did not realize what I was celebrating when suddenly felt a strong urge to stop by AnCruibin yesterday…
There were no applauds. Not even a happy shout broke the silence of a woolly grey morning. No flowers, no cookies, no friendly punches, no loving hugs. All together, they counted down on Skype and as an only man he pressed a button. After that they left the stage - three quiet samurai - each own way again: one to hitchhike colleagues to get a lift
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Хрупким запахом снега, хрустким шагом, звездой негасимой, Горьким вздохом ребенка, счастьем в желтых глазах старика - Год едва начинался - неоформленный, смятый, красивый. Год уже обещал - невсерьез и не наверняка. ( Read more... )