Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
Ночь с туманами
Ночь туманами исцелована,
Ночь дурманами околдована.
Ночь с надеждами,
Ночь случайная,
Кольцо брошено обручальное.
Этой ночью я выбор сделаю,
Стану, стану я женой неверною.
Пусть неверною,
Зато счастливою.
Ночь с туманами,
Моя сила ты.
Hidden Kingdom (screenplay by me)
INT.SMALL LIVING ROOM
Vicky, 8 years old cute girl and her mother Louisa,
fashionably dressed woman in her early 30’s are painting flowers on small
canvases. Both are looking dreamily and focused on their paintings.
Louisa leaves her head from the work and looks at Vicky,
then walks quietly to the girls.
Louisa
(loud)
Vicky! What are you
doing?
Prince - Mouse (screenplay by me)
Narrator
Far - far away, long
time ago there was a magic country called Zania.
Zania was ruled by King George.
King George
Hello!
King George had a son, Prince Daniel.
Prince Daniel is shyly smiling from his desk.
My Grandmother memories about Second World War - Part 10
Written from my grandmother Iraida name:
One day my uncle Mitia's girlfriend Tamara visited us.
I was washing dishes and I heard a bit how Tamara was talking to my mother.
"Tamara, don't go, may be you think again. Mitia, Petia, I don't what you to go. Sasha went to. He will fight for you. May be you think again..." - my mother said quietly.
One day my uncle Mitia's girlfriend Tamara visited us.
I was washing dishes and I heard a bit how Tamara was talking to my mother.
"Tamara, don't go, may be you think again. Mitia, Petia, I don't what you to go. Sasha went to. He will fight for you. May be you think again..." - my mother said quietly.
My screenplay - Double lie
My screenplay "Double lie"
11.
INT. “APPLIANCE PARTS” OFFICE CHANGING ROOM – MORNING.
In the office room used as a
changing room and storage, near the wall are Natalie, mid 30’s, blond, provocatively
dressed woman is kissing Italian man Bruno, who is in his mid 40’s,short and
little bit fat.
They are all over each other,
Natalie is having hard time from stopping Bruno to reap her blouse of.
Bruno
(looking
into Natalie’s eyes)
Or my
Goodness, you are so beautiful today.
Bruno
Why are you
so beautiful?
Natalie is slightly pushing Bruno away and fixing her blouse.
Bruno is trying to go under the blouse.
Natalie
Okay, okay,
enough. (moving further) I bought a new perfume.
Memories of my grandmother about Second World War - Part 2
My grandmother Mouravleva Iraida Pavlovna, now at 85. We love you, Mama Ira!
Русские женщины
Русские женщины,
Такие как я,
В войну защищали родные края,
Просторы широкие,
Леса и поля.
Русские женщины,
Такие как я.
Голубой цветок
Голубой цветок
В чаще леса растёт
Раннею весною.
Кто найдёт его
Бурю успокоит.
Знает всё цветок,
Правду и обманы.
Почему дожди идут,
От чего туманы.
Необычен цветок,
Но не всяк увидит.
Темной ночью
Раз в году
Птица на него выведет.
Но не рви цветок,
Лишь смотри украдкой.
Всё будет твоё
Этой ночью жаркой.
Canadian flowers - photos
Enjoy life, see life in wonderful colors and feel happy! Smile to yourself! Make yourself happy everyday! (Just my thoughts)
My Grandmother's memories about Second World War - Part 8
Written from my grandmother's Iraida name:
Now it was my brother Sasha turn to go to the army. We thought that he can turn 18 years old, but the situation was very bad that it was an order to take 17 years old. My brother did not finish school yet and in a few days he was told to go to city of Gorky to military school.
Sasha was very exited. He wanted to go to the war so much, that I wanted to go to the war too.
Sasha said I would be always with him, in every battle. I made him a croshet napkin and my napkin was with him until 1946, when he returned home.
Sasha was very exited. He wanted to go to the war so much, that I wanted to go to the war too.
Sasha said I would be always with him, in every battle. I made him a croshet napkin and my napkin was with him until 1946, when he returned home.
My Grandmother's memories about Second World War - Part 7
Written from my grandmother's Iraida name:
It was still 1941, cold autumn, night time. I was in my bed in the living room.
Some one knocked the door. My father went to see who it was.
I woke up and I saw my uncle Mitia's girlfriend Tamara. She was without warm clothes and without a world she walked to the table near the window and set down.
"Mitia, Mitia, Mitia" - Tamara said, she had a small paper in her hand. Tamara was shaking as she was holding her hand with this paper.
My father entered the room, his face was white.
My mother came from my parents bed room.
And instantly my mother covered her mouth, I noticed her hand was shaking, then she started to cry, she was standing near the door, than she set on a small stool.
I was crying too, in my pillow. I knew what happened.
My father slowly walked to Tamara and read the paper, he read it and I saw tears in his eyes. He hugged Tamara.
All night Tamara was saying only:"Mitia, Mitia, Mitia, MItia, Mitia!".
The next day I did not go to school, no one asked me what happened, everyone knew.
Then we received notice that my uncle Petia was killed. It was still autumn 1941.
It was still 1941, cold autumn, night time. I was in my bed in the living room.
Some one knocked the door. My father went to see who it was.
I woke up and I saw my uncle Mitia's girlfriend Tamara. She was without warm clothes and without a world she walked to the table near the window and set down.
"Mitia, Mitia, Mitia" - Tamara said, she had a small paper in her hand. Tamara was shaking as she was holding her hand with this paper.
My father entered the room, his face was white.
My mother came from my parents bed room.
And instantly my mother covered her mouth, I noticed her hand was shaking, then she started to cry, she was standing near the door, than she set on a small stool.
I was crying too, in my pillow. I knew what happened.
My father slowly walked to Tamara and read the paper, he read it and I saw tears in his eyes. He hugged Tamara.
All night Tamara was saying only:"Mitia, Mitia, Mitia, MItia, Mitia!".
The next day I did not go to school, no one asked me what happened, everyone knew.
Then we received notice that my uncle Petia was killed. It was still autumn 1941.
My Grandmother's memories about Second World War - Part 6
My grandmother, Mouravleva Iraida Pavlovna now is 85. She was 13 years old when the Second World War started. We love you Mama Ira!
All she tells me is to be a good person and love the life!She was a doctor for 55 years, has saved many lifes and has never given up on a single person.
And I want to tell you too - Love the Life! Enjoy! And be Happy! God Bless You!
All she tells me is to be a good person and love the life!She was a doctor for 55 years, has saved many lifes and has never given up on a single person.
And I want to tell you too - Love the Life! Enjoy! And be Happy! God Bless You!
Романс
Сколько в синем
море кораблей.
Сколько в синем
море белых чаек.
Отпусти меня ты
поскорей,
Отпусти, целуя на
прощанье.
Ты пойми, обиды
все прощу.
Ты поверь, забуду
все разлуки.
Я любви прошедшей
больше не ищу.
Пусть она летит в
чужие руки.
Вот и всё, бокал
допит до дна.
Мы наверно оба
виноваты.
Я для вас хотела
быть одна.
Вы к другой
спешили виновато.
Я прощу, простите вы меня.
Быть не может
юность негрешима.
Мы к другому
счастью поспешим,
Всё за нас судьба
уже решила.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)