«The fourth note or entering university» That won't be a very long note. I just want to say that I'll be a student soon... in St-Petersburg... in one month. That is a new experience for me. New and mysterious. What does it mean "to be a student"? What does it mean "all of the roads are open"? I ask myself such questions... It's more interesting to find answers. Could you tell me about your answers?

«The third note, or the beauty of the wrath of Venera. Part 2» We came to the riding hall. The trainer (her name is Anastasya, she is a beautiful girl) prepared a hourse for my mate very quickly. But there weren't any animal for me (I mean, amateurs usually ride particular, «calm» horses. All were busy). That's why she went to the the head-trainer and asked her to give me a hourse for «adults». I felt a great joy, when Anastasya came leading the white hourse with small black and grey spots, gave me the reins and whispered to my ear: «try not to die» (I don't know how to translate her words correctly into English. Sounds scary, but that was a joke...nearly joke). She also said that the name of the horse is Venera (Venus in English) and she hates horses (that's true). The reins were in my hands, horse was near my head and watched into my eyes. We said «hello» to each other. And in that moment I forgot about my mate and all the world around me. We rode quite far from others (you know now about her fear). I don't have words to express all the feelings I felt and all the things she did. But one thing is ought to be said. We fought. We fought with her since I sat in the saddle because she was mad at me. That's the way women check men. They become mad and look for men: what are they going to do? And that's why I called this note «the beauty of the wrath...». It was like the picturesque battle, the most interesting game in the world. She wanted to understand me and I wanted to conquer her. She was to decide (the nature forced her): to be with him or not to be? Fortunately, I'm alive. And this beautiful «women» is mine.

«The second note, or the beauty of the wrath of Venera. Part 1» What do you feel about horses? I think they have a peculiar beauty. Just watch how they moves and breath (that's simple if you have a riding hall near home) and you'll understand what I mean. Yesterday when I went to ride (I've got the one near my home) I made sure that they have this beauty, magnetism and... some of them have a spellbinding character. Venera has this spellbinding character. It was a warm day, very hot and dry day. There was't any cloud, only clear blue sky spread from the north to the south. And as in other warm day (I think no one like such 37 degree weather) I was at home with conditioner and open windows doing different interesting things. But Something decided that I must leave it and go outside. This Something was in the ringing telephone and when my finger pressed the button said in a voice of my old mate :"Guess who"... It is rather long to list all the thing we did before we went to the riding hall. We even (as 8-years old children) loaded a big metal barell with 70 kilograms of bricks and threw it from 20 meters high in order to make physical experiment (and yeah, we did first all these mathematical calculations). So we had a good time until the moment I decided to continue my everyday horse riding lessons (I did 3 of them). Alex (mate) agreed to go with me.

«The first note, or without any writing skill» Once upon a time there was a young man, which had started to learn English very long time ago. I think he was beeing taught even from his birth. But that is a sad strory, so he never spoke in English, never wrote in English, never... goddamn he never did anything with this language... until one moment. Once he decided to pass graduating exams (he studied in 11th grade) and because of that he chose a lot of different subjects. One of them was the English language, of course. From this moment he started to think "Is there a way to learn all of them effectively? (and English particularly)", but no one idea came. And he studied and studied and studied... He slept 4 hours a day, ate water (because he thought he had not free time to cook), left school to do everything at home and etc., you know. But time was passing, exam was coming and a lot of material was still waiting him to be learned... I don't want to continue. As I sad it is a little bit sad story, your imagination may prompt you its end. Anyway, the moment the young man understood that he was doing wrong came after passing the exams in summer. Just in this moment he created one system, which one day (I hope) will help him and other people to work with any kind of information. He called it "graphic system". It helps him to write in and speak (quite good) English. And that is all. The next story about me. Goodbye.