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Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
Halloween story
One woman collected unique furniture,
The house was full of old paintings, lamps, clocks and cups.
Then she decided to buy two hundred years cabinet
In the unique shop was checking inside.
One side was good, almost like new,
In another a little girl in white dress was sitting quietly:
I don't know where is my mommy.
Halloween story
This girl, a young woman, singer from one of girls band, pretty, flirty, bubbly,
Married much older well educated man.
At first, everything was great, she was living the way she used to, travel, conserts, life with no problem.
Only she was thinking when they will have children and why their new puppy ran away.
Puppy was for learning how to be parents.
Then second and third puppy ran away, and the girl of signs, pushing those thoughts away, all mixed in her mind.
One time in the train the girls were drinking, it was a long way.
She was drunk too, telling her story to some old woman.
Showed pictures, and the old woman said:
Ran away from him... Look here...
She spilled wine on the picture,
The image started to move, women in long dresses, men in wigs, old style buildings.
...This is seventeen century, eighteen, twentieth century,
Those are his wives, the soul is old, it takes what it wants.
You probably noticed on all the pictures he looks like old style gentleman.
The girl was laughing about it only last week.
What can I do, can I save him, he loves me...
No, you can't. Here his next life, look again, do you see yourself.
Well girls, I have to go, the old Gipsy said.
Married much older well educated man.
At first, everything was great, she was living the way she used to, travel, conserts, life with no problem.
Only she was thinking when they will have children and why their new puppy ran away.
Puppy was for learning how to be parents.
Then second and third puppy ran away, and the girl of signs, pushing those thoughts away, all mixed in her mind.
One time in the train the girls were drinking, it was a long way.
She was drunk too, telling her story to some old woman.
Showed pictures, and the old woman said:
Ran away from him... Look here...
She spilled wine on the picture,
The image started to move, women in long dresses, men in wigs, old style buildings.
...This is seventeen century, eighteen, twentieth century,
Those are his wives, the soul is old, it takes what it wants.
You probably noticed on all the pictures he looks like old style gentleman.
The girl was laughing about it only last week.
What can I do, can I save him, he loves me...
No, you can't. Here his next life, look again, do you see yourself.
Well girls, I have to go, the old Gipsy said.
old story
What helped us in 90 th,
I think,
Was my mom's strong personality,
My grandmother's believe that everything will be okay
(One day).
And our sense of humor.
All was funny, making soup from hotdogs, empty shops, learning in school how to make skirt from father' old pants,
Chickens on the balcony, pig in the living room, bunnies, 150 pounds dog...
I think,
Was my mom's strong personality,
My grandmother's believe that everything will be okay
(One day).
And our sense of humor.
All was funny, making soup from hotdogs, empty shops, learning in school how to make skirt from father' old pants,
Chickens on the balcony, pig in the living room, bunnies, 150 pounds dog...
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old forest
This river goes to the middle of the forest. A few folk stories about mermaids were "born" here. Old people used to say that there always a young woman in green dress waiting near the water in the evening....
just a thought
Reading a story about light at the end of the tunnel, only the tunnel seems to be endless...
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just a thought
Twice a year my aunt talk about being fat and depressed. It's when she goes in and out of winter clothes. I used to live with her for about two years, so I know everything about her, every week she would buy me a book to read, mostly about cooking, she doesn't cook much, but she likes pictures in the books. And every time I talked about politics, or government, for example, she would say right away: Irina, Irina ... and made huge eyes.
She has this joke:
Oh, depression, long time no see. Come in, come in. Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, vodka?
All my aunts like movies, 4 -5 hours watching TV, I started to write because of them, they like everything...
Smile:)
the river
The river near our village at night. We crossed it one time on a wodden boat with a few kids from the village. And many times I have been at that forest...
old story
Now days, its easy, you can believe in what you want to believe,
Who you want to believe, we have a choice.
Before, especially in some countries,
There were no choice, everything was written in the law.
I have seen people doing crazy things,
Not to impress, just to help.
And after a while it was normal, to talk to the sun, clouds,
People who are not around.
My grandmother says there is another world, we don't see,
At least this what she says and a few times she asked her grandmother, great grandmother,
Great great great grandmother,
To help with some difficult patients.
She said it was the last hope, nothing she could do herself, not anyone in our world,
This how it was, the opposite from very good.
And she did it, a doctor, with diploma, working for more than thirty years at that time.
She went to our old house, the forest, looked at the sky and asked.
And those people are still alive, when was told may be a few months if lucky times.
Of course, you don't think about it all the time,
People say, it's good when you let it go.
Sometimes, in some moments, I see my great grandmother smiling looking at me,
And I know everything will be okay...
Who you want to believe, we have a choice.
Before, especially in some countries,
There were no choice, everything was written in the law.
I have seen people doing crazy things,
Not to impress, just to help.
And after a while it was normal, to talk to the sun, clouds,
People who are not around.
My grandmother says there is another world, we don't see,
At least this what she says and a few times she asked her grandmother, great grandmother,
Great great great grandmother,
To help with some difficult patients.
She said it was the last hope, nothing she could do herself, not anyone in our world,
This how it was, the opposite from very good.
And she did it, a doctor, with diploma, working for more than thirty years at that time.
She went to our old house, the forest, looked at the sky and asked.
And those people are still alive, when was told may be a few months if lucky times.
Of course, you don't think about it all the time,
People say, it's good when you let it go.
Sometimes, in some moments, I see my great grandmother smiling looking at me,
And I know everything will be okay...
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