Igor Katkov

So many things have happened since my last post. But am here, not for describing them. In fact, I do think that I will be interested in all these events later. But I will be interested in my todays feelings, that is for sure. Here we go. The very first feeling which was nagged me is a rather odd desire to open up the lj client and write up my diary. So I am siting here and writing. And I feel delighted and calm, serene and enjoyed by the process of writing. Isn’t it odd? The music which is on is Jennifer Lopez. The magazine article I have just read was devoted to her. The my desktop picture is she. But it is not odd. No, no. I did it deliberately. Today I like her, it happened just like that. Yesterday I felt indifferently but this morning I for some reason pointed my browser at FHM magazine, surfed through the site and spontaneously ended at Jenifer Lopez’s interview.
Some people say that everything has it own purpose in the world and I wonder what was this for?
“Una noche mas…” sings Jennifer and my gladness carries on.
A few days ago we visited an exhibition, painting exhibition. And I got another vivid feeling. I felt proud of Ukraine, I would rather say I felt proud of my country. Not for great science achievements, as there are no, not for great sports success we gained because we didn’t but for the peaceful beauty of the Ukrainian nature. That was weird. That was strange. Such a feeling has never struck me, never ever. And there were no obvious circumstances which could cause the feeling, the canvases were faded but something might have been in the sceneries, in a few figures of creatures on the pictures. Something I could not understand or see but only sense. Or it might have been a sparkling and profound thought of something which had caught my mind and in a second was gone. And I was standing in an exhibition room full of mild green and yellow canvases and trying to recover the though. And I failed. The only what I had was this feeling.
Then there were another events which were good and bad, joyful and sad but this feeling about nature which bears us, which have been and will be bear all of us – last and last in my mind.
“Could these be love…” sings Jennifer
It seems that I soothed my lust for writing. That will be the end.