dance [Theme]
I came up with a thing. It’s very embarrassing, but what can you do? You have to eat. When the rain subsides, I sometimes run to a nearby place to visit a familiar baster maker. In the evenings he dances to the gramophone. They dance the foxtrot. Must be a dog dance. I’ll stand on my hind legs, pull up my stomach, spin around and nod my head. All the couples will stop dancing... They will gather in a circle and laugh so hard that you can’t hear the gramophone. And they order me such a portion of meat that I can barely get home. Moreover, I’ll bring a veal bone in my teeth for breakfast... That’s how much you have to humiliate yourself for the sake of hunger!
Quote Explanation: Illustrated by Evgenia Dvoskina, 2012.
Since then, at the request of Thunder, Sun and Sky, whenever her husband gets angry, the Rainbow Fairy calms him down with her beautiful dance. And peace comes on earth...
Quote Explanation: A tale Queen Mab told her daughter Titania. From the story “The Gates of Samhain”.
I always try to step on your feet.
Life is not about waiting for storms, but about dancing in the rain.
Under the emerald umbrella of the tropical canopy, secrets are whispered in the language of the leaves, and the dance of sunlight creates a mosaic of magic.
Continue to dance too, and not only you, all of you people are dancing only by fate.
Life is not about waiting for storms, but about dancing to their music.
Don't spare the shoes!
Don't spare the shoes!
Not too many winters will come and go - and you and I will disappear too, leaving behind only bones to serve as homes for tiny creatures. And you know what, brave Tailpipe? The world dance will not falter in a single step from these disappearances.
Alexey knew how to dance and loved it - there is no shorter way to a woman’s heart and body than through the combination of breathing, the touch of fingers and the unity of movements.
I’ve known this playlist by heart for a long time, but still, shielding myself from extraneous conversations and city noise with headphones, I press play. The heartbeat - a minor unison or a dance on the glass of a broken heart started again when I went to work in the morning. I once loved this music with all my heart... It was my native Universe, which has now become an aching scar. There was a time when each of the tracks sounded clear, inspiring and happy meaning to me - now it’s just a musical funnel that pulls me deeper and deeper into depression. Now these songs are not about me. It's not about me anymore. Farewell playlists are special. They taste bitter after parting and plunge you into gray melancholy. The notes express my feelings that are no longer there. Sneakers lead me along autumn avenues to those places where I will never be the same again. Crumpled scraps of a city map, from which it will never be possible to piece together the old picture of the world. I'm lost in plastic memories. Emotionless. No color. No smell. No tastes. Every day I walk along a road 16 songs long. I wander through the ruins of past happiness. And then one day I reached an abyss that had never existed in my destroyed location before. Disconnect.
Like a cliff dancing, step - and I will fall.
- That's all we have left.
White dance is the beginning of a white streak in life.
