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Magic of Christmas or why I Believe in Holidays
I love winter holidays – this time
of the year when cities and homes get transformed into wonderful fairylands and
people into happy inhabitants of these magic places. When smiles and laughs
replace worry and sorrow and every grown up at least for a moment becomes an 8
year old again. When big happiness fits into a small blue ornament, hung with care
and love on the pine branch.
I am not a religious person and I
am not a follower of any faith. I am on the side of agnosticism when it comes
to the question of God. But I am a believer and I wanted to share with you my
humble version of faith which makes sense to me and makes me peaceful and
hopeful.
I believe in holidays. I believe in
the power of positive energy. The power of good deeds. The power of happy
thoughts. During winter holidays everyone becomes a little bit happier, a
little bit more joyful. You can physically feel this joy in the air and unlike
red bull it really does give you wings! I believe that during such times
magical things happen and dreams come true. I believe in people and all the
good, great things they are capable of, when their minds and hearts are full of
happiness and kindness.
I wish everyone to have great
holidays this year! Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!
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The children of 80s… The children of the streets
Close to winter holidays I always feel
somewhat nostalgic and sentimental. Today I felt like browsing through my
childhood pictures and as a result came up with this post.
I was born in a little town Tomsk,
which is hiding in the pine forests of Siberia, Russia. When I was seven, my
family owned a two-bedroom apartment in a five-story condominium building in
a…well, let me call it uptown or sleeping quarters. The building was the exact
copy of dozens or even hundreds of other buildings placed in a certain order
around the neighborhood. Those were the Soviet times. Everything had to look
the same – buildings, clothes, furniture, cars. People were deprived of
choices. The choices were made for them by the caring communist government. But
despite of certain weirdness and in some cases even absurdity, I always
remembered those times fondly. That was my childhood and those were great
times: fun and active, free and happy, barefoot-and-loose-hair kind of times!
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