An October evening in Moscow. Big, distinct, peacock-like shadow of a leaf on the wall. A dark, abandonned house, surrounded by dark, not city-like poplars. Its windows reflect light. A surprisingly giant moon -- it even scares one a bit to see it suddenly appear above the branches.

Sudden love for small Russian towns, where I have been but never -- lived. Where people live, where they (one of my friend said) don't wear caps when Muscovites do. Where people seem more relaxed about their clothes. Where my new friends live and where Mandelstam had been and where I would go some day.

I was surprised to find a giant cavity in one of my teeth and had to change my plans and go to the dentist's. Somehow I found out, sitting there at 10 pm, that I forgot of my (and anyone's) body's proneness to illnesess. Just a couple days ago I was furious at thinking how short my life is and how I have to waste my time listening to boring lectures. But it was sort of theoretical, though genuine.

Yesterday I remembered:

my body is not perfect. It can get ill. It can get ill without letting me know. I am not eternal. My life is just a thin layer of ice on a stormy ocean.

Dorothy Wordsworth's journal. The educator kept praising it, but I thought it was some equality stuff until they actually gave us some extracts. Truly beautiful pieces, and a bit like my journal entries. How wonderful and poetic was their life!

That's not to say that mine is not.

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Postgraduate studies. I get so furious at having to go to these obligatory lectures. It would be hackneyed to say that our life is too short and precious to spend it doing things you don't want to. But seems I'm forced to. "They made postgrads study".

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Read a BBC Magazine article about some landowner in Scotland who wishes to reintroduces wolves to some Highland region. The article was extremely picturesque and made me want to go there. To go to Scotland. Oh yes, and the fascinating The Lady Of The Lake. First thought it boring, but now really enjoying it. Gripping and romantic.

Nova akademska godina

Zasto sam taka sretna kad udem u ucionicu punu skoro nepoznatih ljudi?
Medu nimi doduse je i jedna vrlo dobro poznata osoba -- sa novom lijepom prezimenom.
Angielski, jezyk angielski. New hopes. Hope to improve my knowledge of British culture.