Some needful remarks:

I'm jobless not because I can't find a job, but because I simply don't want to work (and partially because I catched TB of both lungs). Actually there is (here, in Belarus) a lot of vacancies for IT public.

On some Russian IT forum I'm counted there as an ardent rusophobe (what is total rubbish) and was banned there for a dozen of occasions. Pity they are absolutely intolerant to foreign opinions.

I'm jobless from 2007.
From Oct 2014 to Mar 2015 I was in two hospitals, constantly.
Its doctors literally save me.
And I paid for it nothing.
Nothing. Absolutely.
Think of it.

We, Russians, gifted the civilizaton with the hope of equality, friendship, internationalism.
We lost the war, but in the long run we win it.

But not in landscapes the thing is.
People - that's the point.
They'd learn you to drink "samogonka" etc
You'd convinced how this people are peacefull.

I myself dream to visit any places of Russia, but alas
I visited only Moscow, Minsk, St.Peterburg, Creamean
It's all.

you'd loose very much not to visiting Russia as a tourist
Nobel Prize winner Feynman dreamt to visit Tuva

not that
80% of them are absolutely indifferent to global problems

In the best of its part Russian society is ill. mentally.

really funny =)
a brown bear with balalaika, on the the table a bottle of vodka, behind them a rocket

Just reading/chewing books is almost useless practice.

The best way to success is to solve concrete problems on numerous online contesters

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!'m_Nobody!_Who_are_you%3F


"I'm Nobody!" is one of Dickinson’s most popular poems, Harold Bloom writes, because it addresses “a universal feeling of being on the outside”. It is a poem about "us against them", it challenges authority (the somebodies), and "seduces the reader into complicity with its writer."[4]

to ride supposed to move on something
you say: on a sweep and so on
How could the valkereys move? On WHAt?
On sweeps from Scotland?

for me not easily to distingwish flight from to ride
You can ride a horse, a bike, but it's not a fligth


Ride of the Valkeries (Classical)

always thought it's Fligt of the Valkeries (Classical)

Sooner or later any kind of music become boring.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

Her poetry is amazing, no words.
About her I learned only yesterday (on the day of her death), from main Russian TV channel.

Can you imagine -- russian soldier crawled to wire, catch 2 its ends into teeth and died there.

Pity you don't know nothing
Our communication soldiers glued wire by teeth
and were dying under the bullets
When Germans executed Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya Stalin issued the order: nobody from this regiment to take prisone... just shoot them on the spot

votka again

It's pity that you don't know how much sufferings Germans brought to my land.
But we won.

I spelt it as "votka" on purpose.
In russian sometimes it's difficult to tell "t" from "d"
Cheers, guys!
Thank you for your help for us in WWII.

drinking votka

I mean turtle

Swim a tortile, on her panzer a she-snake.
The tortile thinks: drop her down - she'll bite me.
The snake thinks: bite her - she'll drop me down/

So is the woman friendship.

I hate it too

I hate an american expression:
nothing personal - just a business