My Favourite Food. I like reading and eating. My body needs and loves some food, and my soul demands regularly some information. I often feel that I have a hunger for information. I'm sure if I went to the desert island, I would take several books with me. I guess I would dig delicious worms there, rather than any books. Let's get back to the meat. There are many types of readers. Someone sips much information randomly. Someone picks and chooses, and enjoys thoughtfully. Someone prefers foreign specialities. Someone likes extraordinary, exotic food for brain. Sometimes when I want to "have a snack", I have some light reading. For example, when I accompany my children to their exercises and have to wait them there. I take some magazines or some light book with me. I hate when someone or something disturbs me while I'm reading. So if I want to "eat" well and truly, I stay alone and read. I often read several books at the same time. It reminds me the time, when I was pregnant. I could eat salty tomatoes with some chocolate together. Soon my son is having his birthday. We are going to give him an electronic book. Bon appetit, my little reader! :)

Nobody vs No one? Can you explain me the difference between nobody and no one? Please give me your examples. Thank you in advance.

I am! It was an operation. I was waking up after narcosis. It wasn't a medically difficult operation, but it was an emotionally hard for me. I saw nothing and nobody. I didn't know if my eyes were open or not. Although it wasn't a surgical attack with my eyes. I didn't care about where I was. I didn't care how I looked like. I had only one question - who I am. I have never felt such strange feelings. I wouldn't like to feel that again. I was lying and trying to recollect anything. It caused a panic. My brain reminded me an old computer. Who deleted my memory? I was looking for any detail, from which I could start. I touched my shoulder, it was my bra's strap on it. It was like a flash in my mind. I remembered how I had chosen it, tried it on. I remembered I had paid for it. I clearly saw a picture in my purse. There were the children at that picture. At that moment, I realised that there had been my children's photo. Now I know why I put it there. I didn't know how much time it took me to remember everything. It seemed like an eternity. Now I wonder why I wasn't satisfied that I was just a human, just a female (because I was wearing my bra). I hate waking up early. Only one thing delights me in the morning is a thought that I don't have to recollect who I am. I know very well who I am and why I have to wake up early.

Colour of Your Happiness. On a recent day I read a book to my son, as usual, before bedtime. He heard a new phrase. Of course, my curious boy wanted to know what it meant. It was "отложить деньги на чёрный день". Literally, it means save money for a black day. I think an English equivalent is "rainy day fund" (if I can trust my dictionary). Afterwards my son wished to know, which colour then a happy day is. We all know that happiness's definitions and colours are as many as people in the world. What happiness is - everyone knows it in his own way. Maybe it's just an opposite to bad day's colour, I mean, white. It is a colour of a purity, of an innocence. In Russian we have a phrase "to start living with a pure sheet of paper" (начать жизнь с чистого листа). It means to forget all the mistakes, "cancel" the past and start living the new life. Or maybe a happy day is green like a dollar? :))) Or it is multicolored like a rainbow? You can choose one colour of 7 or mix them. Or maybe the happiest day is red like the most beautiful rose or the heart which is a symbol of love? Even if we have never thought over about our own colour of happiness, I guess everyone wants to be healthy, loved and respected. And everyone wishes to self-actualise in his own sphere. Though, which colour is your happy day?

Just Be Yourself. Our life is a performance, and we all are the actors. Each of us plays many roles in our daily life: in the family, with our friends, with our colleagues, with some strangers, in the Internet as well. Some people are very balanced playing their roles. Some people are opposite in their spheres. I have met such people. Speaking about the Internet, it's a very interesting thing to have an opportunity to pretend an absolutely different person to play a new role. As for me, I like myself in my real life, so I have never wanted to take this opportunity. But I can understand people who do that. Everybody know that we can play a trick on somebody, but deceiving oneself is impossible and absolutely useless. Be yourself, be different, unlock all your talents, and be honest with yourself. How many roles do you play in your life? Are you a good actor? What does 'being oneself' mean for you? When and where are you real in your true colours?

The Second Chance I like plants. I love flowers as all women. I have some houseplants. One of them has dried up, although I was caring of it. It had been given me by my mother-in-law. So it died. I wanted to throw it away, but I couldn't. I continued pouring it from time to time no hoping for a miracle. And today, about 6 months later a small plantlet appeared. I think we always should give the second chance even if we do not believe in any miracles. Life is cyclic and so unpredictable.

Am I really so good? Yesterday I got a compliment from a man which I have never heard before. He said that I cooked as good as the chef of the most expensive restaurant. He was sure that I graduated university with a million diplomas with honours (in Russia - red diploma). Also he said that I had a tender and airy-fairy voice like a sweet meringue. It was my 6-year-old son. :))) Now I wonder if he asked me to buy him anything after saying that: any toy or extra chocolate. I don't know. At that moment I heard nothing. I melted like an ice-cream. :)))

Russia-Slovakia 6:2 I couldn't get to sleep this night because of noise in the street. There were many hockey fans. They had finished watching a hockey match and expressed their elation very loudly. I'm not keen on any sport. What I can is to watch a match with my husband if he gives me his funny comments and tells me which colour our team is. This night I was lying in my bed wearing my favourite pajamas and was very proud of my country, of Russian sportsmen. And you, are you proud of your country? What are you proud exactly of? Maybe just of your pajamas? :)))