My ideal dwelling

An important place among my far dreams belongs to the one about an ideal abode. When train or can’t sleep I start to imagine a house of my dream down to the smallest details. With time and my growth some lines have changed.

I used to paint castles and strongholds on the last page of writing-book in the school, and later - cottages and villas in the notebooks. Visiting different houses in foreign countries liberalized my mind and inspired for a new ideas.

A preferred place for living is a small quiet green town, with a river, lakes, channels and forest, better not far from the civilization, but far from noise, highways, crowded places. An ideal variant is a capital’s suburb of some European country. A sea-side also welcome, in this case country has to be southern and coast should be defended from wind with mountains.

A house has to be buried in luxuriant fruits garden. The ground covered by thick grass, between the trees – the white pebbly tracks, bordered by rose’s bushes. Fence made with an art wrought iron, braided with a periwinkle and hop. Obligatory there should be several blue firs in front of fence, so that I have what to beatify with toys and candles on New Year holydays.

This is not necessarily, but desirable - a little black pond faced with masonry with white lilies in it and decorative orange carps. I don’t like waterfalls as they make noise and cold splashes, but they could be useful in hot weather time. Not far from pond a Chinese pavilion with red, lifted up corners roof. There I would read books, play cards with friends in long summer evenings, write memoirs, organize tea ceremony.

In front of garden situated a bricked house, painted in white color with large wood windows and pitched tiled roof. It has two stories, 100-120 square meters each and spacious cellar. Second floor is united with garret, and little window is directed to sky, letting see stars in bright nights.
Entrance to the house decorated with patterned arc, stairs lead to the massive oak door with video-phone formalized to door-bell.

Ground floor consists of sauna with little pool, wine-cellar, billiard room and some technical rooms like workshop and boiler-room.

The first floor has an airy light hall with a couple of sofas, armchairs, coffee tables. The family portraits, collections of gun, souvenirs and works of art from different exotic countries are on the walls. The hand made Persian carpets are on the oak wood parquet. Next to hall is situated cabinet, with big comfortable leather armchair, massive wood table and shelves along all walls till ceiling, placed with books. In the same place automated kitchen, separated from dining room with a bar. Last room on the first floor is room for sport/dance training with the mirror on whole wall, paintings of stars and champions, carpet floor, and mini system in the corner. Near dance room is bathroom with Jacuzzi and toilet.

Wooden spiral stairs lead to the ground and second floor. On the second floor are three bed rooms, with showers and toilets.

Common lines are: the relief white wall-papers on whole house walls, some places encrusted with wood, parquet in all rooms, except showers, Persian and Turkish carpets, all furniture and decorations made with natural or non toxic materials. Palms or flowerpots in every sun-lighted room, bonsai trees in the kitchen. Lamps and lights in all places, high 3,5-4 meters ceilings, minimum of furniture, perfect sound and worm damping.

If I had such a dwelling I would never want to leave its boundaries.

Disease of the brain

I don’t like your imperious and willful temper, can’t stand your superiority, obstinacy and arrogance. How could you be so haughty and majesty? Whom do you love at all? – Who ever it may be, she doesn’t deserve it.

With whom and where are you happen to be now? - Who ever it may be, with me it would be better!

What do your words mean, what do you think about, when write them, what is hidden in your heart? – A sober calculation, cunning, never at a loss strategy, standard, tested many times phrases. What a silly-billy might be a believer?

Your words kill me, hurt, give no rest, tease, and annoy me. They disturb me, but I can’t live any more without them. How seldom and greedy you are for care and attention, I’m seething with a rage, when think, that some your passion gets more.

But who you are at all, uninvited, rushed in my life, conquering, subduing, and forcing to think about you all the time.

Why I want so much to say “yes” and run at breakneck pace to you, leaving and forgetting everything? Where is my pride?

I’m ready to serve for you till the end of life, to be a carpet for your feet. Wherefore I need your worries, but I want you to share it with me. Want to be your sea of tenderness and caress, to be the absorbing and covering sea.

I want be with you. I want end up with you, to love life with you, to live beloved by you. Every day to share life with you, to return our home, tucking in our bed, to present a new life, to adore our kids!