April 16th, 2012



All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful.

Это я, как видите, температурю, пощу фотки с цветочками и мечтаю о том, что будет, когда. Потому что, дорогие друзья, независимо от того, верите вы в это или нет, Христос воскрес, и всех нас ждет то же самое.