The Curonian Spit

The Curonian Spit (Lithuanian: Kuršių Nerija, Russian: Куршская коса, German: Kurische Nehrung, Latvian: Kuršu kāpas) is a 98 km long, thin, curved sand-dune spit that separates the Curonian Lagoon from the Baltic Sea.
It stretches from the Sambian Peninsula on the south to its northern tip next to a narrow strait, across which is the port city of Klaipėda on the mainland of Lithuania. The northern 52 km long stretch of the Curonian Spit peninsula belongs to Lithuania, while the rest is part of the Kaliningrad Region, Russia. The width of the spit varies from a minimum of 400m in Russia (near the village of Lesnoye) to a maximum of 3,800 m in Lithuania (just north of Nida).
The Curonian Spit is home to the highest moving (drifting) sand dunes in Europe. Their average height is 35 m, but some attain the height of 60 m.
The largest town on the spit is Nida in Lithuania, a popular holiday resort, mostly frequented by Lithuanian and German tourists. The northern shoreline of Curonian Spit is the site of beaches for tourists. Both Russian and Lithuanian parts of the spit are national parks.
The Russian side of the Curonian Spit belongs to Zelenogradsk district of the Kaliningrad Region, while the Lithuanian side is partitioned among Klaipėda city municipality and Neringa municipality.
There is a single road that traverses the whole length of the Curonian Spit. In the Russian side it goes to Zelenogradsk, while on the Lithuanian side it goes to Smiltynė. The spit is not connected to mainland Lithuania. Car ferries provide a transportation link between Smiltynė, located on the spit, and the port town of Klaipėda.
Since 2000, the Curonian Spit has been on the UNESCO's World Heritage List.

Faithless - BOMBS

We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh look how great we have become

Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss
And a story they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory
I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions
I'm amazed

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
One mans loss, another mans gold
So much more than I thought this world can ever hold

We're just children, we're just dust
We are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all

One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done so now I got to kill someone.

Should I give up? *antialcoholic advertisement*

I was trying to forget about English for couple of months because it made me sick!!!! And, finally, it had happened!
But I felt empty.
What do people do for not feeling empty...lonely?
I guess, they drink. Especially, the Russians. So, I'm not an exeption. I'm a Russian one to the very marrow of my bones.
Why do we do this? Why do I do this? Do we really need some dope? Why we can't live without it?
Too many questions and no fucking answer.
When I see drunk people I feel sorry about them, cause they seem weak for me. Am I right that we are the nation of dweebs???

People, be strong and take care of yourselves.

" I am the Passenger and I ride and I ride..."

After two weeks of every-year depression unconquerable desire to escape from the town ate me. To the village! To the village! Every single kilometr from the town I understood how wonderful can be life, I started to smile looking at quaint clouds. As far I drove from dust and noise of " glass and concrete" as better I felt. I realize that I can't breathe freely among fence. Could you imagine the volume of freedom when you are standing in the middle of the field of flowers, listening the buzzing of bees and dragonflies? Only you and nature.
Now I know how important to feel the unity between you and the other world. And I finally know what to do and how to cope with it.

Summer

The summer has come. Damn, I hate summer!!! I don't know, is there anybody in the whole world, who hates summer the same as me. May be, polar explorers?
Of course, "hate" is too strong word, but I really don't like summers. I don't take kindly to it. And I don't know why. I understand, that summer is so wonderful: rare warm rains, hot weather, beaches and sea, light clothes, short skirts, open-air parties, sunbathing, swimming, beach volleyball, vivid colours, flowers, KaZantip. And? I'm not surprised. Give me a snow woman, mittens and sledge!!! I can't bear with sand everywhere after a half-of-an-hour trip to the Baltic Sea, I don't like too hot weather and baking sun. But when I start thinking about Murmansk, for example, I thank Gog for a great opportunity of living in such place like Kaliningrad. I know, we always need more than we've got. But, people, lets appreciate these small life's gifts!!! I'm learning...

Nothing in this world could change your place in my heart

Two years had gone, but I still remember your touches,your voice, your look, your hands,your kisses in my ankles,your ears and how I lied to you that I had swallowed your tonnel, your lips, yor eyes, your faded hairs, our sex on the kitchen floor, on the bathroom floor, on the table, in the balcon, almost everywhere... It's like in one song of your favoutite group "I still remember..." You know, I've tried to forget. I was guilty: I wanted to forget about you first, but SOMETHING didn't let me do this. Then you. We've made so much mistakes. If I could return all the time, I would go out that bus, I wouldn't let you fly away...Did you wait for it? We were...And we are still the soulmates, we are the closest friends, but I'm still afraid of asking you: "Did you want me to stop you then?"

I will love you forever.

Laziness

What can I write about laziness? How can I show it? Transmit my feelings about it to let you understand?
Am I lazy? Are we lazy? Sure. And to prove it, I just stop writing, because I feel too lazy to go on. =P