Entry 1 Hey! I'm starting to write a diary, and I will write there in english language. I'm going will write some text about my day every day, and then read this in proper pronanciation. That is, I will try. So, today I woke up late, and in some sleepy state. It was be 11 a clock. I made a little cleaning in my flat, had a shower, and had cup of tea with my favorite cookie "Chocopie". In this process my phone undergoed advertising terrorists attack from megafone. They called me about 7 times! I'm tired of dropping calls. I also topped up enging oil in my car, becouse level of it approached to minimum. In neighbor's apartment where living my mother I took my clean clothes, and I returned to my flat. Then I've been searching good lamps for headlights with increased by brightness. I stopped at OSRAM's lamps. After that I decided watch the "La La Land". Now I'm going to sleep, bye-bye.

"End of beautiful era" "End of beautiful era" Joseph Brodsky Because the art of poetry to require the words I am one of the deaf, bald, moody ambassadors Of second-rate power which I contacted Not wanting to force the own brain Giving to myself the clothes I'm going down to the kiosk For the evening newspaper

"Star named Sun" "Star named Sun" by Victor Tsoi White snow, gray ice On the cracked ground Her quilt is city in road's loop And clouds float above city And they hide sky light And the yellow light above city And city is two thousand years old Lived under light of Star named Sun And we know that this was always That the one is more loved by fate Who live on the other laws And who is to die young He doesn't know the words "yes" and "no" He doesn't know neither ranks nor names He is able to reach for the stars And not to considered that this is dream And to fall scorched of Star named Sun And two thousand years there is a war The war without special reasons The war is a case for young This is a drug from wrinkles Red, red blood in a hour it's just water In two hours on it flowers and grass In tree hours it's alive again And warmed the rays of the Star named Sun --- Original "Звезда по имени Солнце" Виктор Цой Белый снег, серый лёд На растрескавшейся земле Одеялом лоскутным на ней Город в дорожной петле А над городом плывут облака Закрывая небесный свет А над городом желтый дым Городу две тысячи лет Прожитых под светом звезды по имени Солнце И мы знаем, что так было всегда Что судьбою больше любим Кто живет по законам другим И кому умирать молодым Он не знаем слова "да" и слова "нет" Он не помнит ни чинов, ни имен Он способен дотянуться до звезд Не считая, что это сон И упасть, опаленным звездой по имени Солнце И две тысячи лет война Война без особых причин Война дело молодых Лекарство против морщин Красная, красная кровь Через час уже просто земля Через два на ней цветы и трава Через три она снова жива И согрета лучами звезды по имени Солнце. ---

A Russian Song part 2 I propose don't to hide and of course don't to hide yourself If you to believe filmmakers we are downloaded in Matrix The lights start to lit, I hold your hand *** The stars falling by accident in my empty pockets And they giving up hope My knees frozen, you were happy and drunk And something important was between us