I’m very glad to see this project working again. Today I’ve remembered how to write paper letters. 
It’s very useful occupation, you know. In general, it’s my day off today, so I have a great list what to do and regularly carry out all points. So, there are 6 points in my list and I’m going to do them!
I don’t remember where and when I heard one interesting phrase: «Nothing prevents you to be happy except yourself.» I used to think a lot about it, but then I decided to take this citation as my own life rule. But do you know when it’s more effective? When you are trying to convince in it someone else You are just starting to tell anybody, that everything will be great, and everything is becoming great with you. So share your positive and happiness and you will get more
As I’ve promissed..
Her eyes are unlike stars
An alive fire fights in them
Once more usual evening has gone
But with her it’s each time another
Her reproaches are bulletins of a cool
Like the grass, which was cut in August
And if her words have no the drop of truth
She is divinely right.
Somewhere angels shout:»Forgive, goodbuy»
The soul thaws as a candle,
The grief has spread on heart.
I’m forever yours, you are no one’s.
Her shining eclipses the sun,
And blood freezes in her shadow.
Such happiness is expensively given,
Wreath, from anywhere you look.
Any jack in her big pack
Will fall as a victim of blind jealousy.
She is one and she leaves me
By the track, which was blazed long ago.
Somewhere angels shout:»Forgive, goodbuy»
The soul thaws as a candle,
The grief has spread on heart.
I’m forever yours, you are no one’s.
Её глаза на звёзды непохожи,
В них бьётся мотыльком живой огонь.
Ещё один обычный вечер прожит,
А с ней он каждый раз другой.
Её упрёки – вестники прохлады,
Как скошенная в августе трава.
И пусть в её словах ни капли правды,
Она божественно права.
Где-то ангелы кричат: «Прости, прощай!»
Плавится душа как свеча,
Разлилась по сердцу печаль,
Я навеки твой, ты ничья.
Её сиянье затмевает солнце,
И замерзает кровь в её тени.
Такое счастье дорого дается,
Венец, откуда не взгляни.
Любой валет в её большой колоде
Падет как жертва ревности слепой.
Она одна и от меня уходит
Давно проторенной тропой.
Где-то ангелы кричат: «Прости, прощай!»
Плавится душа как свеча,
Разлилась по сердцу печаль,
Я навеки твой, ты ничья.
It’s not a secret, that I like movie very much. Two days ago I was in cinema, looking the film «What are men speaking about» by quartet «I». Very funny comedy about relationships! I advise to all to look. Besides flashing jokes, an easy plot and excellent actor’s playing I was pleased by a soundtrack from Bi-2, especially «Her eyes» song. How I’ve understood, the text is something from Shakespeare and I undertake to translate it into English in the following post, without peeping in the original. It will be very difficult to keep the rhyme, so I don’t promise to do that, but I will try to transfer the sense entirely.
But he hesitated very much, as earlier he has never done any friends. He was very upset, went home to the mother and told about the girl. Then she gave him an advice: let the dog, who had an ability to speak, will get acquainted with the girl and transfer all words from the boy without a name to her and back. They were walking in a wood for a long time, looking for the girl and preparing the first conversation..
Do you believe in magic? I do. And I have some magic places.. Places, where everything is so special, so lovely and mystic . I like to spend there time, but not very frequently, or they can become not so special, can’t they? 
But I want to tell you about place, where I have never been to. This place is real, let’s call it Magic-town. Why it is so special? Hm.. because of special people there Well, I know about Magic-town since 2005 or may be a bit earlier. Sometimes I thought (and still think) that there is no another place, where I know such quantity of people proceeding from population percent. I have started to communicate with all these people simultaneously, but later it so happened that absolutely with all of them I’ve stoped to communicate in very short terms. And now they again all, one behind one, come back in my life independently from each other. I’ve often dreamt of how I will go there, represented as Magic-town looks. All it comes back, so probably it is time of magic and executions of dreams?
Has anybody seen the Eurovision selection? I haven’t But yesterday I received link from my friend to the winner’s video on youtube, and you know, he is super Peter Nalich was born in 1981 in Moscow, he is singer and composer and he calls his own style as «Весёлые Бабури». I’ve downloaded all his songs today, so now I can say, that I’m almost his fan, especially after song «Gitar» Nalich Peter – Gitar (in English, besides). Except fantastic humor sense, I can notice definitely magnificent voice, so I think, we will have very big chance to win this Eurovision again, if show is great
Wow! It’s really difficult to work on weekends! I have no free time last 2 days, just work.. It’s hardly enough time even to speak to friends. But I’m glad – it will stop tomorrow . Not long ago I’ve noticed, that my memory had become worse. 
I’m forgetting everything, may be someone knows special trainings? I will be really grateful.
Today is a very strange day. I feel spring so full as I never did before despite the non-spring weather. But you know, I can say «strange» about everything this year.. Yesterday I met my old friend, with who we haven’t communicated for almost last 3 years. He is great! We were talking several hours about everything in this world. I missed him very much and hope we will never miss each other again. I’m really happy! ^_^