The Spirit of Anna Karenina in the Air

We might ask ourselves, whether Anna Karenina was a concrete person or whether Leo Tolstoi recollected her from several women he knew... We could also suppose that she is a female archetype, inhabiting our psyche. 
There is much more truth on a personal level than on a social one. 
Was there any way for a woman to reconcile these two realities - personal and social? Could Anna give up her real love-life for the sake of social "well-being"? What she did instead was try to make her dream come true, and die when it didn't work...
That's the dilemma: what do you prefer? To stay true to yourself and break the limits or stay true to the limits and - constantly - break yourself. What a sacrifice to make either way...
Women like that are a real challenge for the society. What can society offer Anna Karenina to make her happy, satisfied, fulfilled, actualized? So far, only trials, and those are traumatizing.

Anna Karenina, 2012

A Dream Come True

We are occasional visitors - tourists - spending a night in a hotel. I wake up in the morning, go to the door and sneak peek in the corridor. I see you there, suddenly, you are walking so slow. You look into my eyes. I know - it's a signal. I follow you... I am in your room already... You want a kiss.. I bend over you as if to kiss you, but turn you around, and put a scarf over your eyes, kiss your beautiful neck, make you wear jewelry. You sigh, you breathe deeper - I know why...

Morning Love

Waking up next to your beloved princess wearing nothing but jewelry would be a dream come true!

Valentine's Inspiration

Her Lover's Diary

I remember that day with sharp clearness. It was September. The weather was cool. Not really autumn-cold, wet or uncomfortable, but Indian-summer cool, with a shade of falling leaves. It was morning, everybody was hurrying to work. The first thing I saw was your hand. It found itself next to mine when we stood near a pedestrian crossing. We both wanted to press the button to light the green colour. Yes, our hands met, and you were the first to press that button. I touched your hand slightly, then looked at you. And you looked at me. I smiled at you, and you smiled looking away. I remember walking on the pedestrian crossing. I was listening to your steps, the sound of your heels on the road. I was looking ahead of me, and you did, too. On the other side of the road you looked back at me. I looked at you.  Then somebody called you. I stood there without moving, watching you. You looked back again, twice. Your eyes seemed to call me, appealing me, and repulsing me, at the same time. And then you disappeared in the crowd...

Killing Me Softly

You don't love me and don't feel compassion

You don"t love me and don"t feel compassion 
Don"t you think that now I look my best?
Though you look aside you"re thrilled with passion 
As you put your arms upon my chest.
You are young , so sensitive and zealous, 
I am neither bad nor very good to you.
Tell me, did you pet a lot of fellows? 
You remember many arms and lips? You do?
They are gone and haven't touched you any, 
Gone like shadows, leaving you aflame.
You have sat upon the laps of many, 
You are sitting now on mine, without shame.
Though your eyes are closed, and you are rather 
Thinking of some one you really trust,
After all, I do not love you either, 
I am lost in thought about my dear past.
Don"t you call this zeal predestination, 
Hasty tie is thoughtless and no good,
Like I set up this unplanned connection, 
I will smile when leaving you for good.
You will go the pathway of your own 
Just to have your days unwisely spent,
Don"t approach the ones not fully grown, 
Don"t entice the ones that never burnt.
When you walk with someone down the alley 
Chatting merrily about love and all
Maybe, I"ll be out, walking round shyly, 
And again, by chance, I"ll meet you, poor soul.
Squaring shoulders, ravishing and winning, 
Bending slightly forward, with an air kiss,
You will utter quietly: Good evening! 
And I will reply: Good evening, miss.
Nothing will disturb my heart and spirit, 
Nothing will perturb me giving pain,
He who"s been in love will not retrieve it, 
He who"s burnt will not be lit again.
1925

Sergey Esenin

Russian Christmas Inspiration

The Winter Road

Through the dim and through the clouds

Moon is crowling in the night,

To the fields and to the grounds

Sending its wistful Light.

No home, no fire ,

No something bright and gay,

Only strippen milestones are arising

On the way.

Dullish roads ! In the morning

I’ll look at dear face,

Happy, joyful on returning

After this eternal pace.

Softly clock-spring will be moving

Its untired time-hand.

I’ll forget at fire looking

All this way, this dark and trend.

Alexander Poushkin

Winter Looks

Do you like snow? When it snows, the world suddenly becomes silent, have you noticed? As you walk outside on a snowy day, you can feel how your quiet steps break the silence and suddenly you feel like a fox in the forest as you move through the city...