A book of famouse journalist Maria Karpinskaya is an attempt to connect a world of imagination, or a private world of person with real world. This attempt has succeeded. Today on a border of times and centuries this surprising and magic book gets out. Surprising because it was written by a Woman who has past a colossal way of her soul.
And why is she here with us? Evidently we will learn it slightly later, for the moment let's go, dear reader, to her Magic Country, where all what is written by her suddenly (or not suddenly) begins to become alive. Ahead to meeting with a Teacher who through her father's figure passed us his knowledges of the World, Earth and people on it.
Ahead to her ship, where all of us are passengers, inhabitants of planet Earth! Smooth sailing to you!
A winner of the All-Union and International variety competitions, a winner of the International festival of actor's song of Andrei Mironov, an actress of "The Modern" theatre.
AN OPENED BOOK OF A CHILDHOOD.
Author: Maria Karpinskaya.
Translation: Maya Nikolaeva.
The seventh chapter of the book:
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And in attacks of love to you I knew,
That you and I not the parts of one flesh,
We were only passengers in a plane,
Departed to uncertainty.
Having bought a ticket from the polite destiny,
We paid to her by hopes and dreams,
To destiny the same what happens to us farther
As we are only slaves of accident.
"What if..." - worn out phrase,
There no connection, neither thought, but only dream.
And any unearthly height
Available not only for a reason, but also for an eye.
And this is not despair now grieves in me,
The soul as earth lies under steams.
I didn't sow on it the love for years,
And it grew with tall weeds of passing days.
My destiny, I'm asking you:
I am a runaway slave of patience and boredom,
Sent me of doubts refine torments -
I only value them for now.
I will not tell, will not give out this my pain,
I will be happy, patient in hope,
Yes, I live senselessly, as before,
And on my watch - most stubborn hour zero.
But in notebooks, on sweaty windows,
I madly bring one image out -
And my imaginations rigid ring
Stamps IT at faded dawns...
Be grateful, future Passion,
That my Universe-myself
I did presented humbly
Only to you. Though you and idiot,
But you don't let be lost in unbelief!..
от Жанны Де Арк
от Марии Магдалины
Здесь спрятан Ключ!!!
Тот, кто расшифрует текст, спрятанный здесь и построенный по принципу древних манускриптов, обретёт силу всех образов.
Я отрекаюсь от этого мира ,
Странник корабль летит в мир иной.
С собою беру только лиру.
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