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Al1997

Some words from video tape.

What would you write down on the first page of your diary, my dear friend? What does everyone who wants to keep reminiscences of the past usually writes down at the beginning of his or her notes? I don´t know exactly what the others would do in such a ticklish undertaking as putting down your thoughts and feelings expressed in the language of people you have never lived among.
Especially, it will be difficult for me, a person who doesn´t master English well. I can confess you that studying the language is my hobby as long as my life to be lasted, the favourite occupation. Thus the main aim of material collected here is going to be only one: to improve practical skills of writing and communicating by means of English with introducing these new cultural habits pertinent to the before named enthusiasm for the language.
Of cause, there will be many defects and blunders here, but if you mark my words and put them into your mind, you won´t denounce me.
These words are the following ones: I have no any special education and my video has been done during a very short period of time (about five hours), without any kind of scenario by several cameras borrowed from different people.
When I had begun, it was like spring that comes after long and frosty, severe Russian winter at the moments of wild life´s sending out her warm breath of love around for all living creatures large and small. Some people being unable to endure their feeling of loneliness longer are tormented by subconscious wish of burning down the last bridges to their isle of wintry and dormant seclusion.
The sense of cutting of from civilized world is unknown to me, I am lucky to say, but I have met many people being frozen alive in different kinds of depression and for some reasons having that unbearable pain nesting deep inside.
Let me to be introduced. My name is Alexander. I am 38, common Russian living in a small town of Tver Region (oblast´) on a section of October railway - the same one that connects Russia´s capital with the city of Copper Horseman on the Neva river.
My son Yura is ten and the daughter, Nadya, is three years younger than her brother. They live separately from us in the block of flats, not far away from our communal flat in the wooden two-storeyed house for eight families.
I have been tutoring English to children and sometimes adults as well for more than three years. My private practice of that gives me a possibility to earn additionally
Have you ever been abroad yourself? As for me... I would like it to be some other day in the future, but now it´s impossible and there are many reasons for that.
I lost my father more than 22 years ago, on the 30-th of May 1975 when I was a boy of fifteen. It had been an irreplaceable loss for my Mum and me. We would have celebrated his 67-th birthday if my Dad had been with us.
There have been, are and will be a lot of different events in the life of each of us, living now, different representatives of human race, and not all are lucky in their kind will of expressing this although brief, but charming beauty of life in its current form of existance.
Let your eyes be here as well as your heart, ears, etc. Death always finds her new victims and only a handful of the matter hidden inside our heads has an opportunity of recognizing something similar, dear and familiar in the lines of a letter, poem or any other creation of human being.


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