Posts Tagged ‘E-e’

The funeral is tomorrow

Someone I know just lost a mother. She was very old, frail, half out of her mind – and managing her existence consumed most of my acquaintance’ life. Still, she was loved, and now being missed. Three of us from the office are going to the funeral tomorrow, each bringing some dish for after-service reception in church’s rec hall. Can I bring “deviled eggs” to church?, – I joked, but they missed the pun; I guess the answer is yes, a mountain to Muhammad if not the reverse..

While I was rolling the 20 boiled eggs in the evening quiet of my home, I heard shouts from the open windows. At first I took it for a neighbors’ quarrel – sometimes their internal affairs spill on the backyard deck, and all 6 adjacent backyards become an involuntary audience – but noticed irregular repetition of only one word.

“Fire”, said the voice. “Fire! Fire!”. It was answered by another “don’t just say it, call 911”. I leaned out of the window. In the still warmth of Indian summer darkness a glow appeared on my right. It was getting coral, then reddish in a matter of minutes, and in the astonished silence terrible cracking sounds were becoming voluble. I felt a strange indifference. The source of the glow was unclear – is it at neighbor’s? at the wing of my own building? a reflection of house across the street? “I probably should dress and prepare my documents, checkbook and wallet” – the notion was as strange and disconnected as the stillness outside. Why should I? There would be nobody to miss me. Slowly, I returned to the kitchen and proceeded to peel yet another egg shell. Suddenly the fire engine sirens filled the air and the silence broke. Several people yelled and talked at once, someone jumped on the outhouse roof, a bonfire smell floated inside – as if it was released by a fireman’s permission – and everyone and everything got moving. In a few minutes it was over. No more glow, nor cracking sounds: the quiet returned and darkness spread.


Creative translation & interpretation here. Missing the point, as usual.


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Дурное занятие – искать совпадения собственной жизни с мультиком.

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Чёрно-бело не носить

Что было сегодня хорошего:

-несколько человек в офисе Клиента прислали хвалебные emails по поводу расставания (закончился мой контракт), в т.ч. те, от которых не ожидала.


I think I can say on behalf of all of us Thank you‎! Thank you for your professionalism, your insight and your direction. Our time working together has been a pleasure and you will be missed. I hope our paths will cross again in the near future.

-кажется, я купила чУдный билет в центр партера на Севильского Цирюльника в Мете на 13е. Поверю, когда мне приедет по почте конвертик.


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Что же у нас сегодня было плохого хорошего?



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From Japan came email, titled: Big News”. In it was a picture, featuring sign “this way to Mt.Fuji”, huge rock shining from spread fingers, smiley faces of two puppies, as well as 300 smiley face-emoticons.

Now I find myself researching such puzzling affairs as “rehearsal dinner”. Anyone has any pointers?

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15 after

Wasn’t going to write, least of all – to write a commemoration-of-tragedy post.

Then an hour ago a note from LiveJournal fell into my inbox: “someone with an alias igparis has added you as a friend”. Who is that, I wondered.


Turns out, it’s a truther. Igor Vladislavovich Voskressenski, 62yo, located in Paris, France, is obsessed with conspiracy theories about 9/11 attacks. God knows what made him think I’ll be appreciative of his oeuvre. Or why did he decide to add my name to his “friends band” – he “friended “4 times more people than reciprocated – precisely on the eve of the 15 years’ anniversary of our grief. I’ve no inclination to read his elaborate fantasies, nor am I interested in mental disorders of Russians with “orthodox-priestly” last names, living in France.

All I will say: take your dirty paws off our pain, you worm.

Hole in the sky…You know how I feel

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14 years

9-11_yellow backpack

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