"... жаль, что все случилось не с тобой, не со мною."
it's just one of those songs i *never* listen to. one of theese, yeah.
"nevah" - like he used to say, ridiculing his own Brittish accent. And he'd smile and show me a pic of his 6-year-old kid. Strangely, I never thought till now how much it mattered at that time. I should drop by, perhaps. To thank my last Hogwarts. Or maybe next-to-last. Or next-to-next-to-last. Or something. I had many of those. 1130, old lady the music teacher, 1567, малый МехМат, 57, milton high, BU & PROMYS, U of Brandeis... i really never thought about how many talented teachers I was priveledged to have. Really.
it's them that make me up, too. their voices, kindness and warm irony, and inspiration, and care.
it's only looking back that one can fully appreciate how much was done for one's sake. I'll do my best to do onto others, mr. T.
Hell, i was thinking of something completely different when citing the cute Russian song.
I was thinking of my last night dream. LOL. A true LOL. Yet somehow I feel alive just thinking about the Seattle sky. I've gotta go there before the idea kills me. Somehow it's still all there. "It never happened, neither to you, nor to me", as the song goes, yet the splashed of the life none of us ever lived come back in vivid color and you break out in cold sweat, alive all of a sudden, more alive than before, breathing heavily and conecting the dots, and throwing your hands up to the sky, praying, swearing and rejoicing all at the same time as the ever dark night sky lights with the familiar constellations.
Sometimes we need to be alive. (c)