The only one thing which i was thinking about after travelling was... sleeping.
So, i decided to go to the Karelian village far from Moscow to the side of St. Peterburg, where my grandmother has an old old house, which counts something about 100 years of familian history. I havn't been there for much time, because earlier liveing there seemed to me rather boring. But now, after the days of surviving, it became a really good decision for me - to go there for silence.
And i've found it there.
Silence was everywhere... in an old nice house, by the river, on the wide fields lasting till the horisont line... such a silence, that gives you a happiness, that's almost impossible to stand. Seems, that people need a noise and troubles to feel themselves in the stream of life. But alongness can make them anxious, because there're no a mobile phone, there no clubs, there're almost nothing. Just you and your soul - under the sky, that's gray.
That time i've written some senteces, linked with this feeling and after that i've decided to see the film by A. Tarkovsky, that i havn't seen before. And it's difficult to imagine, how i was surprised of the fact, that the one of Tarkovsky's heroes said the same what i've written a pair of minutes before. Means nothing. But, may be, i just was feeling a part of the same spirit... lost between high plants behind the old house.
So, i decided to go to the Karelian village far from Moscow to the side of St. Peterburg, where my grandmother has an old old house, which counts something about 100 years of familian history. I havn't been there for much time, because earlier liveing there seemed to me rather boring. But now, after the days of surviving, it became a really good decision for me - to go there for silence.
And i've found it there.
Silence was everywhere... in an old nice house, by the river, on the wide fields lasting till the horisont line... such a silence, that gives you a happiness, that's almost impossible to stand. Seems, that people need a noise and troubles to feel themselves in the stream of life. But alongness can make them anxious, because there're no a mobile phone, there no clubs, there're almost nothing. Just you and your soul - under the sky, that's gray.
That time i've written some senteces, linked with this feeling and after that i've decided to see the film by A. Tarkovsky, that i havn't seen before. And it's difficult to imagine, how i was surprised of the fact, that the one of Tarkovsky's heroes said the same what i've written a pair of minutes before. Means nothing. But, may be, i just was feeling a part of the same spirit... lost between high plants behind the old house.
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