1. at Queen’s University


  2. Ocень. Волосы опадают вместе с листьями. И вроде всё круто и можно позавидовать самой себе, но так хочется домой, на коленки и обниматься, уткнувшись носом в чью-то ложбинку на шее.


  3. "it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely."

  5. "This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect."

    My friend found this amazing quote about Edinburgh, my favourite British city, by Alexander McCall Smith. Goes into the collection of everything I love. 


  6. September 13. The water keeps falling.


    - Did you take your passport?
    - Why would I need my passport in Niagara Falls?
    - I don’t know, they said we should take our passports.
    - Right. Wait for me. I’ll be quick. 

    A minute later we close the door and start out unexpected morning stroll towards the bus. I am wearing jeans, warm shoes, warm sweater and my only jacket which doesn’t even have long sleeves, so I have to pull up the sleeves of my sweater, too, to avoid looking like an idiot. We reach the bus and find our only two seats left. I feel ill, my nose is running, I haven’t slept enough the night before, so without paying any attention to the guy sitting next to me, I fall asleep and wake up only when we arrive at 1 pm. The guy must have thought there is something wrong with me. 

    They drop us off at an empty parking lot and we are free to go till the evening. People leave the buses and stop, without knowing what to do. We don’t even know where we are! Five minutes later me, a bunch of French people, a German girl and a Swedish guy start our way in a random direction and soon find ourselves in the middle of the city approaching what we came for - the falls. I have only seen them on the pictures before, and I am really excited. However, I do not understand yet where I am, I do not feel the importance of the moment yet. 


    We reach the cross-road, and… there it is! I cannot hear it yet that much, but I can see a huge belch of steam from the ground going all the way up into the sky and dissolving in the clouds. From that far away, it looks like an enormous cauldron with a potion getting prepared in it. We cross the road, quickly find empty spaces along the guard rail among hundreds of other tourists and bend over the rail. Tons of water, falling down an immense height with an immense speed. All of it - so still and monumental, and still so dynamic! We spend a lot of time simply staring and making pictures, and it seems impossible to leave. I start understanding why this whole resort city was built around those waterfalls. Yes, I could easily spend days just sitting around and looking at this mass of water hitting the ground from high above. Suddenly something down there catches my attention. A small ship, with people all dressed up in red rain ponchos, going right into the steam cloud.


    Needless to say, in a bit we grab our things and fifteen minutes later we are putting our red rain coats on while boarding that small ship. As we approach the fall, I feel the power of the water, the height of the fall, and how small and fragile we all are. The drops of water are all over my face, and as I close my eyes in an instinctive move, the understanding of where I am finally hits me. It’s always a shock - to come to a place that you never even hoped to see in your life. It’s an even bigger shock when this is something of THAT scale. 


    Soon the ship comes back and we are asked to leave as the next hundred people are already waiting to board and go right into the heart of the falls. We take our rain coats off and decide  walk around the city during the rest of the time. 

    The most ridiculous thing about the city is that it is right on the border with the US, the border lies on the water, and the small ship went right along that border, giving a chance to see people in the US. If there was no noise from the fall, people could actually communicate with each other. It gives a little bit of an annoying feeling of someone restricting you and your movements. 

    As we walk down the street, I catch myself thinking how different the northern american cities are comparing to the European ones. Take all the history from a European city, and you get an American one - shiny, colourful, but so immature and lacking some sort of a charisma. Like a teenager. And at the same time, everything is light and less elegant, but in a nice way! It’s less posh and more from 90s, which still gives a very special atmosphere which you can never find anywhere in Europe, and it’s a new feeling. As if people here have other business than painting their walls and changing furniture every ten years. Because it doesn’t really matter, right?

    As it becomes late, the city changes drastically. From a waterfall resort, it turns into some sort of a Canadian Las Vegas. Everything on the streets wants your money, everything is noisy and colourful. But since we are just poor students, we quickly pass the centre, have a final look at the falls ans the sun sets, and make our way to the bus. 

    There are four hours of driving ahead, and, after such a day I feel no shame in sitting down and falling asleep immediately until the moment we enter the limestone campus of the Queen’s University.

  7. I miss Scotland

    (Source: chrysaoraelectrum, via bookshelfpirate)

  8. leprincelointain:

    Lorado Taft (1860-1936), “Solitude de l’Ame”

    (via nurewigkeit)

  9. Photos from The Circus by Anka Zhuravleva on Flickr

    (Source: smart-and-trashy, via linkeepsitreal)


  10. Настроение “Давай посумерничаем?”

  12. As you set out for Ithaca
    hope that your journey is a long one,
    full of adventure, full of discovery.
    Laestrygonians and Cyclops,
    angry Poseidon-don’t be afraid of them:
    you’ll never find things like that on your way
    as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
    as long as a rare sensation
    touches your spirit and your body.
    Laestrygonians and Cyclops,
    wild Poseidon-you won’t encounter them
    unless you bring them along inside your soul,
    unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

    Hope that your journey is a long one.
    May there be many summer mornings when,
    with what pleasure, what joy,
    you come into harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
    may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
    to buy fine things,
    mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
    sensual perfume of every kind-
    as many sensual perfumes as you can;
    and may you visit many Egyptian cities
    to learn and learn again from those who know.

    Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
    Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
    But don’t hurry the journey at all.
    Better if it lasts for years,
    so that you’re old by the time you reach the island,
    wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
    not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
    Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
    Without her you would have not set out.
    She has nothing left to give you now.

    And if you find her poor, Ithaca won’t have fooled you.
    Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
    you’ll have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.

    I was once watching a documentary about my university, and this poem was read by Sir Sean Connery in the very end. It might be one of the few things that I remembered from the movie, but it definitely left a trace… A beautiful poem by Kavafis, amazing Vangelis music and magic voice of Sean Connery.


  13. Why Shakespeare was a genius in 14 lines

    You don’t even need to read any of Shakespeare’s plays to understand how much uniqueness and wisdom he (or whoever they were) had. Just read this, Sonnet 130:

    My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
    I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
    And in some perfumes is there more delight
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
       And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
       As any she belied with false compare. 


  14. I am currently on my year abroad in Queen’s University, Kingston, Ontario and I decided I should have a separate blog for that. 


    I thought I would only have like 5 posts at the beginning, and now I think I already have more, so hopefully I will continue that way and it will be an actual thing..?


  15. Борис Заходер

    Не бывает любви несчастной.
    Может быть она горькой, трудной,
    Безответной и безрассудной,
    Может быть смертельно опасной.

    Но несчастной любовь не бывает,
    Даже если она убивает.
    Тот, кто этого не усвоит,
    Тот счастливой любви не стоит…