The narrator of “This is my child!” the three children – Stephen (14 years old), Sonja (10 years) and Antonina (3 years, 11 months). Tatiana talks about typical problems and mistakes in their upbringing.
The child does not waive nipples
Our Antonina almost 4 years. She is emotional and long used a pacifier as a cure for stress. Falls, bumps, upset – a pacifier in his mouth. Tried to
reason with her, but she no arguments were not listened to. I had to think of something. And one beautiful day here at the cottage persuaded Mistaken all three nipples bury it under a Bush. Convinced: they’re sure something will grow. Tosya bravely threw two nipples into the pit. Long stood, holding a favorite – with the monkey. But then decided. We quickly began to dig a hole, afraid that she might change my mind. That evening Sonya hung on the Bushof the stockpiled red lollipops in the form of a nipple. I Tosya said: “Go and see, maybe, something rose…” Find the candy, the daughter was delighted. Later, however, two weeks sometimes even asked for a pacifier, but we said “Sorry, no turning back, and giving away…” Continue reading
«People with a warm heart (plays by A. N. Ostrovsky)»
Victims of predators in the plays of Alexander Ostrovsky are divided into two groups: submissive and rebellious. The former include, for example, Kupavina and Listev from the play “Wolves and sheep”. Playwright not show them any sympathy. They are accustomed to a parasitic way of life, their moral death a foregone conclusion.
The role of the playwright on the side of those who oppose despotism and
cynicism, deceit and violation of human dignity. Along with protesters follows Catherine from the play “the Storm” Ostrovsky created a whole gallery of characters, wherein a warm heart, sincere beauty. This is primarily Larissa Oudalov from the drama “bride”. It is richly endowed by nature, talented, smart, sober Continue reading
Budapest: love at first sight.
I don’t know why I love Budapest. Perhaps because he was for me the first breath of spring air and good mood after a gloomy winter. Or because Budapest was the first real European city that I saw. Spring 2003 was kind of shy and timid, did not want to come to Donetsk. Kiev escorted us with sleet and strong winds, and Budapest were met by bright sunshine, blooming greenery and spring flowers.
Many times I was then in Budapest, but remember that first week-long trip
with friends: March Budapest, bright smiling town, Tokai solar, delicious cappuccino and… marzipan everywhere – from “marzipan” Parliament and ending with the marzipan Museum in Szentendre.
From Kyiv to Budapest to fly for nothing, a couple of hours. We were met by a guide and from the airport, past the faceless industrial landscapes of the suburbs, Continue reading