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THE INTELLIGETSIA ADVENTURES.
Ýòà ðóáðèêà - ñâîåîáðàçíûé äíåâíèê ìîèõ ïðèêëþ÷åíèé íà íèâå êóëüòóðû, âêëþ÷àþùàÿ ýòàïû òâîð÷åñòâà â ðàçëè÷íûõ îáëàñòÿõ íàóêè è èñêóññòâà, ãäå ÿ ñ ïåðåìåííûì óñïåõîì ïîäâÿçàþñü.
This rubric is a peculiar account of my adventures in the field of the culture. It throws some light on my creativity in the sciences and arts wherein I act with variable success.
À ÿ òàêîé:ëþáëþ èñêóññòâî ðàäè èñêóññòâà. Ëþáëþ êðàñèâûõ æåíùèí è ëþáëþ èõ æèâîïèñàòü. Ñìîòðè â ðóáðèêå ìîÿ æèâîïèñü. My paintings. Õî÷ó íàéòè ôàíàòîâ Ëåìïèöêîé, àðò äåêî, ïðå-ðàôàýëèòîâ è äîáûòü èç íèõ íå íóæíûå íèêîìó (êðîìå íàñ êðåéçè) íüþàíñû. Ïîäåëþñü ñâîèìè çíàíèÿìè è òâîð÷åñêîé ïðîäóêöèåé. Âëàäåþ åâðîïåéñêèìè ÿçûêàìè â ðàçíîé ñòåïåíè. À åù¸ ëþáëþ øòàíãó òÿãàòü è áåãàòü êàê ñóìàñøåäøèé, áåãîì îò ñòàðîñòè, ìîæåò óäàñòüñÿ ïîìåðåòü äî ïåíñèè, íà áåãó. Íî íà âñ¸ Áîæüÿ âîëÿ. Ñòàðîñòü - ñòðàøíî.
And its me. I like art sake art itself. Art above everything. I like pretty girls and like to paint them. I am looking for Lempicka and Art Deco fans and hope to get from them some details ( priceless for us crazy only). I have a different degree commmand of European languages. I would like to share with you my knowlege and creations. And I like powerlifting and long runs in the morning. I hate old age and hope to die before my retirement, if i'll have good luck. Aber um Gotten willen.
È Îñêàðà Óàëüäà çà òîæå ïî òîìó æå ìåñòó. Èñêóññòâî ðàäè èñêóññòâà. Ìîäåðí, î ìàìà ìèÿ!!! À åù¸ ÿ çíàòîê (êàêèõ ìàëî) æèâîïèñè àðò äåêî è Òàìàðû Ëåìïèöêîé â îñîáåííîñòè, óæî ïîðàäóþ Âàñ ìîèìè ñîêðîâèùàìè, ïðåäâêóøàéòå.
HANNIBAL LECTER.
À åù¸ ÿ óâàæàþ Ãàííèáàëà Ëåêòîðà (èñêëþ÷èòåëüíî çà ýñòåòñòâî, à íå çà ëþäîåäñòâî) è åãî ñîçäàòåëÿ Òîìàñà Õàððèñà, çíàþ ìíîãî ñàéòîâ ïî òâîð÷åñòâó Õàððèñà. http://hannibal.hannotations.com/hannibal1.html íàïðèìåð.
I respect Hannibal (for his aestheticism, not for the cannibalism) and his creator Thomas Harris. I know a lot of Hannibal sites - http://hannibal.hannotations.com/hannibal1.html for example.
Ðåøèë ïåðåâåñòè ñþäà ðóáðèêó î ìî¸ì íåñðàâíåííîì Ãàííèáàëå Ëåêòåðå. Âíèìàòåëüíî ÷èòàþ âñå êíèãè, ñìîòðþ ôèëüìû.  ðóáðèêå êîììåíòàðèè, òðóäíîñòè ïåðåâîäà, ñïðàâêè.

And Oscar Wilde. Art for art's sake. Art Nouveau. Mamma mio!!! Into the bargain, I am Art Deco paintings and Tamara Lempica's especially connoisseur. I'll open my treasures for you, anticipate.

The only excuse fore making a useless thing is that one admires it intensly.
Oscar Wilde
Ïðèø¸ë â ãîëîâó ñòèøîê:
Cåðäöå áåäíîå, âåðü
Æäàòü äëèííåå ìîðñêîé òðàâû,
Æäàòü äëèííåå ìîðñêîé òðàâû,
À âåðèòü ëåãêî.
Åëåíà Ãóðî.
(öèòèðîâàíî ïî ïàìÿòè)
A rhyme came to mind suddenly:
Believe my poor heart
To wait is longer than seaweed
To wait is longer than seaweed
And it's easy to believe.
Elena Guro
The citation by heart and my translation.

Exusez-moi, äàìû è ãîñïîäà, ÿ ìèçàíòðîï. Íå äî òàêîé ñòåïåíè, êàê Ñàðäàíàïàë, íî ãäå-òî ïî áîëüøîìó ñ÷¸òó ÿ åãî ïîíèìàþ. Íå ëþáëþ ÿ îêðóæàþùåå ÷åëîâå÷åñòâî â ëèöå áîëüøèíñòâà åãî ïðåäñòàâèòåëåé, îäíàêî òîëåðàíòíî ïîçâîëÿþ åìó íå ëþáèòü ìåíÿ. Õî÷ó òóäà, ãäå íåò ôàíîâûõ òðóá è íåïîñðåäñòâåííûõ íà÷àëüíèêîâ, õî÷ó òóäà, ãäå íàñ íåò.Vivi qunto me.
Exusez-moi, ladies and gentelemen, I am a misanthrope. I am not so high grade misanthrope as Sardanapal, but I understand him in some extent. I don't like the mankind around me. I don't like most of it representatives. But I let them hate me. You are welcome. I am a tolerant person. I would like to go to the place where we'll never get. The happy country where are not the bosses and sewer pipes. Vivi qunto me.
Àäàì Ñìèò ñðåäè ïðî÷èõ èçîáð¸ë ñëåäóþùèé ìîðàëüíûé òèï - ×åëîâåê Äëÿ Êîòîðîãî Àáñîëþòíî Íè÷åãî Íå ßâëÿåòñÿ Ïðàâèëüíûì. ×òî-òî ìíå ïîäñêàçûâàåò, ÷òî ýòî ÿ. È ýòèì ãîðæóñü.
Adam Smith's moral types include one I like most - The Man For Whom Absolutely Nothing At All Is Right. Its me and I am so proud of it.
Ðàçâëåêàÿñü ñ äíåâíèêîì, ÿ âíåçàïíî ïî÷óâñòâîâàë ãðóç ñîöèàëüíîé îòâåòñòâåííîñòè ïåðåä ÷èòàòåëÿìè îíîãî. À âîò åòîãî ìíå íàäî â ïîñëåäíþþ î÷åðåäü, õîðîø ãðóçèòü, íå òå ãîäû. Åñëè áóäåò äîêó÷àòü, ê äíåâíèêó áóäåò ïðèìåí¸í ìîé ôèðìåííûé ÊÈÐÄÛÊ.
I were having a good time with my diary, but suddenly I had felt a heavy burden of the social responsibility for my readers. And this I need in the last place. Stop load my mind. I am not young long ago. If the diary pester me, I'll apply to it my great style KIRDIK, gross alles kaput I mean.
Âîùå ìî¸ ïîâåäåíèå êàæåòñÿ ìíå íåñêîëüêî ïðîòèâîðå÷èâûì. Ìíå è íà íàðîä ïëåâàòü è ïåðëû ñâîåãî îñòðîóìèÿ ÿ òóò ðàññûïàþ îò íåõðåí äåëàòü, âñ¸ â îäíîì ôëàêîíå.
Êàê ñêàçàë Ëüþèñ Êýðîë:
Ìíå õîòåëîñü áû ïîêðàñèòü áàêåíáàðäû â öâåò çåë¸íûé.
 ðóêè âååð âçÿòü ïîáîëüøå, ÷òîáû èõ íèêòî íå âèäåë.
Çà òî÷íîñòü öèòàòû íå ïîðó÷óñü.
Generally speaking, my behaviour seems to be a contradictory one. On the one hand I doesn't give a damn about my readers and sparkle with my wit at once. All is in one bottle as Russian saying goes.
As Lewis Carrol once said:
I Would Like to paint
My whiskeres green,
Then to get a fan so large,
They be never seen.
I don't guarantee the accuracy of the translation and citation.
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