За творожком для кота. Потом решила еще посмотреть себе черную офисную юбку. Юбку нашла, что странно. А потом глупую некошку занесло еще и в Accessories. Мимо этого магазина вообще надо с закрытыми глазами ходить! Ан нет… смотрела я серьги. А купила кольцо. С розовыми камушками. Оно мне было очень надо…. Но как поднимает настроение….



хммм, электронные фотоаппараты... не смогла заставить чудо техники нормально сфокусироватсья на предмете.

не хочу. т.е. осень - это печально и красиво. осенью пишутся стихи и мрачные фэнтези о конце мира. но, к сожалению, потом наступит зима. зимой тоже красиво, но так безумно - безумно холодно.....

не хочу

канат да винчи

круг расчерчен на пять частей. в каждой из них группа людей. все они держат концы одного связанного каната. задача - выбить группу протвника из своей зоны. игра проводится в несколько этапов. при этом инструктор - аниматор комментирует ее фразами великого философа и художника Леонардо да Винчи.





и я должа это переводить?!!! а потом еще в ЭТО играть?!

дождит, однако. а у меня сегодня зонтик есть! вот. achivement.

обычно, я мокну, хотя зонтиков у меня целых три! 1 - дома, 2 - на работе, 3 - в машине. но, как правило, ни одного со мной, когда начинается дождь

давно пора заканчивать с этим бредом ...

вот еще кусочек:



Abby looked around and not seeing him asked:

- Haleh, where’s Dr Kovac?

- In exam 2.

He asked to tell him how was the girl from the car crash. Abby walked up to the exam 2 and opened he door. A little, not more than five years old, girl was sitting on the exam table. Luka was stitching her palm quietly speaking in Croatian. He heard her coming in.

- Hey.

- Hey, - she came up to him. She hasn’t seen the girl before.

- Hello, - she said to the girl. She glanced at her for a quick moment, but then returned her silent stare to Luka’s hands. - Is she Croatian?

- No, Russian. Doesn’t speak English though.

Was it the same girl Chuny told her about? The girl didn’t bother to look at her.

-But you speak Croatian to her. Does she understand you?

- No. But I guess she wants me to go on with the story.

- The story?

- Yeah. I was telling her …er…What’s the name of it in English? Ashes girl?

- Ashes girl? – Abby was completely puzzled at first but when it dawned on her she couldn’t help laughing aloud. – Cinderella! It is Cinderella. Oh, Luka, ‘ashes girl’, really…

He laughed too.

- Well, you know, my English’s limited to medicine, - he said with a grin.

- I’ve noticed that, - she said, smiling to her memories. She had, in fact, taught him quite a bit of phrases. Especially in bed.

- How’s the MVA girl? – he asked.

- She’ll be fine.

- Did they tell her?

- About Dave? Yes. Her mother’s with her.

They were silent for a minute.

- Is she the girl who’s been lost?

- Yes. They live not far from here.

- She must have been terrified that day.

- She was.

- What’s her name?

- They call her Lidka.

- So, do you know her parents?

- No. Only brother.

She could think of anything else to say. Besides, it looked that these two would prefer to be left alone. They seemed quite comfortable with each other. - Well, I guess, I should go.

- See you then.

- Yes. She likes you.

She didn’t wait for him to answer. She had heard Kerry calling her name and she really needed to go. The little Russian was indeed fascinated by him. Well, who wouldn’t?







The rest of the day was slightly less busy, with a couple of food poisonings and a bicycle accident for him to work on, but nothing very serious. He kept checking on Lidka every spare minute until his shift was over. He signed out but instead of going home, came to visit his little patient again. He knew nurses were visiting her throughout the day as well, but was surprised to find Kerry there. Lida was sitting on the bed, surrounded by toys brought to her by nurses and desperately trying to explain something to Kerry.

- She wants a book, - he said coming up to them.

- Hey, Luka. You signed out.

- I did. I’ll wait for her mother to come.

He sat down on the edge of Lida’s bed.

- Bog! Kako si?

The girl laughed. He turned to Kerry.

- I guess she finds my language funny.

- What did you say?

- Asked how she is. Lida, tvoja ruka boli?

- Ne, - she said laughing again.

- She laughs so nicely! Can’t help joining her, - Kerry said. – Well, I guess, I’ll leave you.







Through the glass door, saying EXAM ROOM 3 in white capital letters she saw a man sitting on a stool next to Lidka’s bed, with his back to the door. Her daughter was asleep, long blond tresses lying loose over greenish hospital pillow.

That must be him, she thought, - the fabled Luka. Ivan had told her the doctor was tall, dark and weird. Tall and dark he was indeed, but at the moment she couldn’t tell what made him weird.

She pushed the door gently and walked in, careful not to step on the heels of her shoes that tended to make an annoying loud click – clicking noise on the County floor.

He looked up and it seemed to her for a split of a second that she saw deep pain in his eyes, some dark shadow, but then it was gone completely and he was smiling, with an open, good smile.

- My name is Yelena, - she whispered, - I’m her mother.

- Luka Kovac, - he said gently shaking her hand.

He was tall, taller than Oleg was, and stooping a bit, as if not very comfortable with his own height. It was however so familiar for her to raise her head to look a man in the eye.

- How’s she?

- Fine. I made quite a bit of sutures, it will take time to heel.

- She’s quick at that. Always gets herself in trouble.

- That’s what your son said.

- Aye, he knows. He’s got to deal with it all the time.

- Shall you wait until she wakes up?

- I might. If it takes too long, I’ll wake her.

Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

я категорически против такого расклада.

есть люди, которым нравится жить на работе, а я предпочитаю жить своей жизнью!

у меня есть другая жизнь, кроме этого грешного завода, работа - это просто способ заработать денег!

а я сижу здесь до девяти вечера, дома не то, чтоб что-то сделать осмысленное, я еду приготовить не успеваю.

я хочу иногда встречаться с друзьями, ходить в кино, гулять в парке, вышивать, рисовать маслом и писать фэнтези.

все. баба яга против



осторожно - злая кошка.

может быть, мне все таки пойти домой?

или еще что-нибудь посчитаем?

вот что мне необходимо. кто бы дал пару уроков? ...



кошке достался "парламент" и возможность неможко поистерить (шепотом) на помойке за вагончиками... а где еще обитать кошакам...



шеф заглянул и с очаровательнейшей улыбкой (других не бывает!) спросил готова ли я. ну. разумеется, сэр! уже послала. скольких седых волос мне это стоило, не будем уточнять ...

кукла

http://www.kukloman.ru/gallery.html

Наталья Наумова