Thus spake m. Solzhenitsof!

[mesolzhenitsy]

ANNEX 3

ALBERT CAMUS, S. HAWKING, AND THE NEW MESOPOTAMIAN had no need to install new proofs in any special induction to bring forward their new approach to the fate. They had not to refuse only holy aspects of the fate or not to be quarrelsome or to break the hearts of bigot people. And yet none could deny the fact that the fate of the mankind would have struck A.CAMUS as absurd and he had told his loyal readers that he would not get a positive position towards the classical philosophy which should be required to show the sacred face of the meaning of life, especially as the people-generally-expected nothing except the deep regard on the way of accepting our fate meaningful if not nice for all; and he only wanted what the men of pen of his own age should do, and he was no worse qualified for performing duties of the kind than S. HAWKING or The New Mesopotamian.

[mesolzhenitsy]

On the Sundays while asparagus like smokes climbing to the dark navy blue sky from the chimneys of our beloved-actually lousy-Moscow one couldn't like to be the object of any girls' group looking nowhere, laughing and yet laughing at nothing any more to be put on because they call powerful situation of every male as handsomeness! If I had be the preacher of the chapel-if any-they are used to attend at times I would like to warn them that powerful men couldn't have had the power to choose powerful positions for themselves as anything having been apt to match their ugly crinkles of in their brains. Briefly have had nothing to spell if The God had let them free to ask Him for the least powerful position for they used not to have any systematic conception linked to the power. Actually is there anything to be found by themselves-over a clear conscience-matching to their self appearance, conscience or ideals, even, their own dreams not contrived by uncontrolled sub-consciousness namely id! Their dreams are like dominos indeed the first one having been installed before-as scientists say-ten thousand years and the last being realized today. now think! If one could pull the first domino away from its place how should be the fate of the last-daily-one to be tumbled down with the several million copies of it from the point of similarity...

I was not so much keen in the international desire to be liked by all Muscovite girls of aristocracy who knew me for my good humour, but for my bright literature style, and my well known honesty. In me, on my face reflecting an excellent handsome feature of-if you excuse I would like to use antonym terms here-a rascal knight-I, having really a radiant figure, witty remarks dressed with the beams of my sparkling eyes, thick hair and semi-threatening and relatively excusing and defending eyebrows. Here I am!

[mesolzhenitsy]

ANNEX

The law of modulation in the harmony of good days and the evil times equally well extends to the life as a whole. And yet the reality attachable to the fate is not entirely rational concerning the output of The Mankind’s salvation. As we have seen in regard to the common last curtain that put the last dot on the paper we call “life story”, is bound to reach The Happy End” rationally or irrationally. If the human could be able to explore the touching of The Saviour before the deluge would knocked at the door the happy end would comes with flying colours for the evil-here-might be used as the means of good.

[mesolzhenitsy]

READING PIECES/3rd AUGUST-2012

The house cat, in the realm of fish imagination, and the dog in the garden, in the realm of realism, enormously increase their love they used to feel towards their owner never thought and demand an accounting from the housekeeper of love of themselves. The ash tree near to the cottage of the canine believes that his owner is immortal and the pussy cat may in the soul yet concerning the eternity of The House. Therefore they are ready to attack foreigners, like their predecessor-the Krill Knights who have cleared the greatest part of The Asia off the underdeveloped civilisation, so that the illusion of God's Sword Roman Empire could linger, under the mission of morality, in the thought of their seasonal times either in winter or summer. But until they have got their membership within the household, they were devoid of Love Expression, for example, were content to conceal the instinct of kissing-rather licking-of their individual history of LOVE which had been granted to every creature by Jesus The Christ, and to maintain, by their hiding love they would keep, the animal domestic tradition of touching the father's hand with their lips.

On reaching the edges of the philosophy of the life, The Religion Explorers-A.CAMUS, HAWKING, and the like namely The New Mesopotamian , has been escorted by a faint gleam of the full moon showing her face behind the briar covering some part of natural or semi-official borders belonging to nowhere the author who compiles the relevant notes of abovementioned authorities rewriting down them and collecting in a velvet portfolio which impressions has been competing with flying colours from violet to red and turquoise, has gone into his little hangar like room full of bookshelves half of which should be allocated to analgesics and pills for nausea and vertigo, put on his stripped pyjamas to remind us of the Turkish *** who-after backed by the Turkish Soviet State-used to direct the Classical Turkish Music Choir-if it could be the word there- and slipped into the study.

[mesolzhenitsy]

A SHORT NOVEL OF FAITH AND HUMANLY LOVE

BY M. SOLZHENITSOF

Russian Girls from ZAPAT (A Zapata linked direction viz. West) had not been hosted in The Dormitory to learn anything from any teacher but studying through their own wills and inner disciplines the lessons pre-emptively to feel easy at school next morning. Thanks to their excellent ignorance while despising my love attempts I would be unhappy in the world enchanted by their seriously spent giggles. Although all my attempts in that way could be assumed to be observed, felt, comprehended, and appreciated only within my mute thoughts and senses it must be accepted without any hesitation that they had been arrogant, idle and mischievous, even ruthless towards my secret adoration covering all of their legs, cheeks, lips, hairs and so forth... and therefore I was one of the lowest lover in the class of Casanova types. And yet in spite of their habitually mischief induced mode of life, their attributions to remark boldly my inferiority in taking their attraction overfed over their comparative youth, the occupied the non-honourable and fruitless position of reigning the poor people-like me-at Moscow.

Towards some midnights of the early fallen Falls of the years showing some exceptions in the flight of cloud like seasons order I would see Muscovite girls that they should shake hands with me and my colleagues carrying the dwarfs of the sleeping beauty to mind with their worn out boots and gray jackets and shirts loosing both their colour and shape, and sit down with us to chat. And instead of seeing only a dream I would have felt palpitation in my efforts of reconciliation. What reconciliation, my God? Something to make everything easy for getting along with them turning our blind eye to their scornful smiles at our poor features and not to take amiss at their ignorance covering their innumerate and illiterate existence!

[mesolzhenitsy]

As one of the girls has informed me, my colleagues have not got through their very serious operations in dating with her intimate friends quite well! According to the reports we have been due to receive the dramatic results gashing from my friends' useless efforts in dating with Muscovite spoiled girls. Actually we haven't seen anyone amongst us being successful in this way yet. Once the pastor of our neighbourhood had said that it would be dangerous for us to hang around those female demons of our beloved Moscow as he had to be kept absolutely quiet after his seldom warnings. We feel now that we would not likely survive the dating efforts of ours and these days, we should surely get through all right only by the Messiah's Help.

[cafolini]

One of these days the pastor gets caught lifting a pretty lady walking down the street.

[mesolzhenitsy]

one of these days the pastor gets caught lifting a pretty lady walking down the street.

oh my god, really?

[cafolini]

It has happened. I guess it depends on the relationship he has at home.

[mesolzhenitsy]

It has happened. I guess it depends on the relationship he has at home.

As my dear colleague CAF has mentioned before some pastors in Moscow used to be getting ahead of us-the poor lads who would be very authentically in need of a female healthy from the point of reproductive organs and attractive over their feature related to aesthetics from their heaps to the lips that could hue in total crimson as a petal of roses even if the Stalinist butchers had made all intelligent people to feel nausea in the case of all tones of red!
Briefly instead we have succeeded in getting the information from the tomboy like leaders of the Girls gang of Moscow that the second sex-the female-were burning with the lack of our loves IN FIERI we couldn't stir a single hair in the way of dating because in those days someone should give us the warranty of dating with the most reliable gesture introducing the girls to us just like:
-"Here you are the preys to be devoured-I mean the love targets of ours-viz. your girls, would you care?...."

[mesolzhenitsy]

Then an inertia would come over us as it was usual in the homes, cafes and saloons of Moscow. We all shut up...I don't know till what o'clock my school friends and I were sitting, and would go on without a break. And yet some manyth o'clock there should be an interval to think why we were sitting.
It might not yet one, two or three PM but couldn't be AM, when the large porcelain doors of the consciousness would have suddenly opened in the brains and some appreciations come in to make us appreciate our steady youth instead the frivolous beauty of the other sexes including both females and transsexuals.

[cafolini]

Then an inertia would come over us as it was usual in the homes, cafes and saloons of Moscow. We all shut up...I don't know till what o'clock my school friends and I were sitting, and would go on without a break. And yet some manyth o'clock there should be an interval to think why we were sitting.
It might not yet one, two or three PM but couldn't be AM, when the large porcelain doors of the consciousness would have suddenly opened in the brains and some appreciations come in to make us appreciate our steady youth instead the frivolous beauty of the other sexes including both females and transsexuals.

Mr. Sol, I have a question. Do you think a few of those girls could be as good as you are in the performance.

[mesolzhenitsy]

mr. Sol, i have a question. Do you think a few of those girls could be as good as you are in the performance.

thanks caf. It's very kind of you to remark that point over a question praising my performance!
May god be with you
solhi

[mesolzhenitsy]

thanks caf. It's very kind of you to remark that point over a question praising my performance!
May god be with you
solhi

All the little markets at the further side of the street in which sporadically traffic jams could be seen from behind the majestic windows of the cafe HEMSHIN very near to the narrow lanes of the city Erzurum watered by the urine our monument poet Pushkin pissed some midnights -and has been carry my friend's souls and my pen from lower degree of chattering to the highest level of "muse" still-and obviously the girls we were after for the most humble dating chance, would not be able to be delighted at all!

[cafolini]

Yep. Pushkin pissed sincerity. It was a very difficult thing to do with or without a bladder.