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My favorite autumn. So tenderly warming the heart. Its colors are emerald, honey and gold. It feels like cashmere. And it tastes like cinnamon coffee. And every day I want to surround myself with autumn comforts more and more. Wrap yourself in a warm blanket, wear feminine dresses made of fine wool, bake pies with ginger and cinnamon, pour fragrant tea from a bouquet of summer dried herbs or coffee with herbs and spices into mugs, light candles and take your time. Autumn is the time to accumulate honey rays of the sun, the aroma of maple leaves and inspiration in your heart. Time for warmth, for tenderness, for love...

Unwittingly, I secretly looked into my childhood!

........my morning.....

The web, smelling of juniper and fir needles, has crystal tints. A soft velvet scarf of new life is knitted. Freeze, touch your face and forget. Autumn is coming. The threads of fate are woven.

The truth is bitter in taste, like natural coffee - that's why most people drink it only with sugar, that is, eating illusions.

Coffee used to be my favorite food, but compared to that, coffee is a liquid misery.

You can't buy coffee and cigarettes with an apology.

I never published it. Maybe one day I will. It's good to know that there is a bulletin board that holds all hope, and that all the places we go and the people we stare at and the letters we leave for others to find are not in vain.

I don't want you to slip through my fingers like this, so do yourself a favor and find out the truth: you deserve it. You absolutely, incredibly deserve it, and you were made for beautiful things. Keep going forward. Keep trying. Don't let anyone in this wide, wide world even try to dim the light you bring. You must know that he is important. The world will try to convince you otherwise, but don't listen. Please! No need. Do not listen. You are a miracle. The fact that you are here is important. If you ever start to forget about it, come and find me.

I don't want you to slip through my fingers like this, so do yourself a favor and find out the truth: you deserve it. You absolutely, incredibly deserve it, and you were made for beautiful things. Keep going forward. Keep trying. Don't let anyone in this wide, wide world even try to dim the light you bring. You must know that he is important. The world will try to convince you otherwise, but don't listen. Please! No need. Do not listen. You are a miracle. The fact that you are here is important. If you ever start to forget about it, come and find me.

Andrei Tarkovsky noticed me when I was drinking coffee at the National. He did not take his eyes off me, and I proudly showed my wedding ring. The next day, he offered to try for the role of Mary Magdalene in the film Andrei

Life is not coffee to seem bitter after sweet

A magical combination - the smell of bitter black coffee and the sweet aroma of blooming lilacs in the morning coolness, as if a good perfume leaves a trail of special mood for the whole day.

The May morning burst through the window with a light pouring rain interspersed with freckled sun and the aroma of coffee. Morning beads of laughter scattered around the room. It's already the end of May again, so I want to stop the spring, admire these languid sunsets, breathe deeply in the smell of lilacs and jasmine. Its magic is in everything... in the threads of sunlight, in smoky water, in the intoxicating smell of herbs. And such languor, as if falling in love with the month of May every year, again and again.