Nepal trip: first days

Emotions, when you do not express them straight away may get deeper taste, almost like wine.
They can accumulate sun of those days, when they flowered and they may
Memories, when you do not express them write away may become your life and part of you.
HEre I write about our first days in Nepal.
I was prepared to see a lot of poverty. But actually what I saw was not the one, which I expected to see.
I saw many children with dirty cloths and with eyes of small hungry wolves,
I saw old men sitting on the streets and cleaning their metalic plates in order to prepare a bit of rice, stading
in the bag on a dusty road,
I saw women washing cloths just on the streets of Kathmandu, but I did not see
unhappy people, or people bagging because they were on a border of suffering.
Was it because everone is equally poor? Or because they do belive that their place now is indeed not too bad?
I did not know.
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What will happen if we perturb the matrix in its one point?
Its spectrum will be perturbed naturally. But it is hard to imagine that this picture, showing perturbation of spectrum has an impact on the whole physics and if we are able to describe this analytically, we will be able to describe mountain rocks changing under the rain, decay of biological systems, erosion of materials… Just simple as that…
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In a very cold country which was in the middle of an ocean, full of icebergs and half covered with ice, the small princess was living, of course at the last floor of the castle.
She was made from ice, as also her heart.
Once when she was walking along the coast of the ocean she saw almost frozen bird.
She took it and brought home where the bird drunk a bit of special elicsir, which despite of its cold temperature, made the bird to feel alive again.
«Tell me about other countries you've seen, the bird!»
«There are many people there.»
«What do they do all the time?»
«They walk, play. Also, when someone falls in love with someone else, then this person becomes so warm inside» — and the bird closed her eyes to get a bit warmer from her thoughts.
The princess felt some strange warmth inside just from thinking about it. Warmth for her, as she remember from the childhood would immediately become «death».
«But what if not?»…
(maybe it will continue other night)

Foto from Сказочное Крутицкое подворье
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Mexican farmers, who were carrying our stuff, stopped for some time and did not move. Everyone in the expedition was surprised why they stopped without any command and stayed in calm for some time.
«Why do you stop?»
There was no reply from anyone from them. They remained silent the whole time until the end of the journey.
After they were told why they stopped.
They stopped to let their souls to catch up their bodies.
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Несколько фотографий города Тверь.

Город Тверь, сентябрь 2017.
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a small-world

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Поездка на остров Валаам

Несколько фотографий, сделанный во время прогулок по посёлку Приозёрный и во время последующего путешествия на остров Валаам.
Посёлок Приозёрный, остров Валаам.
Ленинградская область, август 2017
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I want to write about parents,
who are those people, who were carrying about me, who were accepting so many, way too many crazy things I did in my small life:
when I flew with a parachute in high school alone, when I went alone to Crimea, went to expeditions at the end of the world, sometimes to abstract Hilbert spaces, from where some people may not return back, when I was copying fotos for hours from books…
There were many hard moments with them, but despite of everything people.

Sometimes, in the grey world the black-white fotos from my childhood make my life so colourful.
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Валаам / Карелия

Остановка на мини-острове
Остановка на мини-острове
Фотографии нашей поедки в Карелию и на остров Валаам, сделанные с воздуха.

Ленинградская область, Республика Карелия.
Июль-август 2017.
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Green Paris

Я давно не писала про то, как всё течет и изменяется вокруг.
Особенно про Париж.
Этот город самый городской город, в котором я жила (возможно еще потому что перед этим это были Потсдам, Утрехт и Пальма де Майорка с Монтевидео на берегу океана и лошадьми, расхаживающими по улицам).
Но тут в Париже не только асфальт и одно дерево на весь район, совсем нет, как может показаться с первого взгляда.
Во Франции (хотя я по сути больше всего времени провела в Париже) есть культ и культура парков.
Про это есть замечательный фильм на arte
Сеть парков, который можно один за другим посетить вот:
channel Snt.Martin park et jardin de Villemin,
park Buttes Chaumont
park close Foundation Loui Vuitton.
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