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Traditional cottage house in Poland
Forest in spring, 1884, Ivan Shishkin
Abandoned Russian villages by Ksenia Savina
Brief Encounter (1945) dir. David Lean
Pushkin, St. Petersburg, 1989. Photos by Inge Morath.
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) dir. Elia Kazan
Carnival of Souls (1962) dir. Herk Harvey
A tiny church on the road near Filippovskaya village, Arkhangelsk Oblast, Russia (1974)
Санкт-Петербург (Saint Petersburg)
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“He fell down on his birthday. We’d just celebrated with a party. He was standing on a ladder, trying to fix a shelf, and he fell. It was all very sudden. He was in a coma for a week and then he was gone. After his death, I began to write in a journal. On the first pages I wrote about his final days. I was so sad. I just needed to process what happened. But then I kept going back, back, writing everything I could remember: the walks we had together, the places we visited, museums, castles, holidays with the children. I carried a pen with me at all times. Every time I had a memory, I’d write it down. We’d known each other since we were fourteen years old. We’d take walks in this park back then, with our parents permission, of course. It’s been almost nine months since his death. I’m feeling a little better. I’m still writing, but it’s not so much about memories anymore. It’s more spiritual now. I think he’s still evolving somewhere. One night I saw him in a dream. It was the young Claude. Twenty-five or thirty years old. It was so real. I don’t even think it was a dream. I could feel him there. He was standing in a doorway, dressed completely in red. And Claude never wore red. But when I reached out to hug him, the door closed, and he disappeared. I believe he’s still out there somewhere. And that I’ll see him again on the other side of that door.” (Paris, France)
An Oresteia; Agamemnon, Anne Carson
The charm and beauty of Russian provincial life
my dream is to grow old and live in a cottage by the forest with two dogs and drink tea everyday while making flower bouquets
The Eruption of Vesuvius (details) by Sebastian Pether (British, 1790 - 1844)