Tired and… tired

“Играй, Адель Не знай печали, Хариты, Лель Тебя венчали И колыбель Твою качали.” – A. Pushkin One of the problems with not living anywhere near one’s parents is the fact that when you do actually get home, parents have emotional leverage. And emotional leverage allows them to drag you off on long road-trips. Like theContinue reading “Tired and… tired”

What can I tell you about Ukraine?

I can tell you that this is not necessarily a good thing, considering a culture of brutality that has been quietly festering within our troops (although this is mostly from anecdotal evidence – and I have tremendous respect for military personnel). Riot gear or no riot gear. Although I hope it’s all just stupid posturingContinue reading “What can I tell you about Ukraine?”

“War – It’s not just about Victory”

I found this collage here. The text is Ukrainian. The author goes by vaenn. Please click to enlarge. Maryxmas’ journal, by the way, is one of the most important contributions to the Ukrainian blogosphere, in my not-so-humble opinion. She’s not celebrating today. She feels sorry for both “those who lived to see Victory, and thoseContinue reading ““War – It’s not just about Victory””

On My Grandmother’s 80th Birthday

I think about career. My grandmother was a successful physician and administrator who ended her working days after well over 50 years, more than half a century of infectious diseases and bureaucracies. I think about old age. I know how much she misses work – the starched white coat, the nurses flipping on the electricContinue reading “On My Grandmother’s 80th Birthday”

A very old and silly and sweet pseudo-poem

Oh the gentlemen are talking in another room, And I listen, still and silent, like the peering moon. Shadows cross the lick of light beneath my door, While their boots knock ditties on the wooden floor. Through the wall I hear them singing Of a woman who is far, Of the march of the cossacks,Continue reading “A very old and silly and sweet pseudo-poem”