I fail to know exact number of youths, committing suicides. And don’t want to. Anyway, statistics lies. I don’t believe all these dead numbers, coldly showing with which periodicity young people decide to farewell.

Last Saturday there were funerals. In one Moscow school. One senior pupil cut his veins. Not “just because”, but pompously: candles all around him, some Novocain before the “action” to feel no pain. The result was definitely positive.

I’m writing these lines and feel some mixture of anger, despair and fear. That guy was no one for me, I even didn’t know him – just a pupil of the school my mum works at. And in principle I should stay absolutely indifferent as it’s not my business first of all, and secondly, the less irritable I become, the better I sleep. But you know, something disturbs, disturbs to so, that I feel desire to share.

I have two children; thank God, too small to understand things like that. But children do grow up. And I’m afraid. Stupid as it may seem I’m really afraid that in spite of all possible love and care, my son or my daughter can hypothetically do something of the kind.

Russia is a paradoxical country. Mostly we are people with bare asses and bare souls. Bare in all meanings. I can’t say for other countries, surely they also suffer from many kinds of problems. I can speak about our situation from my personal “motherly” point of view. At the age of four my son, like many other children of his age, watches TV and not only cartoons or documentary. It’s evident. I think many mothers understand what I’m hinting at. Right. Blood and dead bodies do not frighten him very much. I’m not speaking about horror films, no. Just ordinary TV news summary.

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Author .::. Ninka

Electricity and hot water have been cut off in our house from the very morning today, thus preventing me from doing all usual routine work. That’s why I took a blank notebook and started fulfilling the promise I gave to Mazoo, - writing about Jane Eyre miniseries.

I’ll speak in a roundabout way, beginning with the author. It’s well-known that “Jane Eyre” novel was written by one of three Brontë sisters, to be correct - the eldest one. But not everyone knows that the number of sisters was more. There were five of them not including one brother. Brontë father was a rural pastor during all his life. Their mother, Maria Branwell Brontë, passed away after giving birth to the sixth child. Charlotte was five years than. The children were brought up by their aunt, the father’s sister. No one knows anything about this woman, but it’s a common knowledge that in four years after their mother’s death eight-year old Charlotte together with two elder sisters Maria and Elizabeth and the youngest Emily were sent to the Clergy Daughters’ School. As far as I understand it was a charitable institution.

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Author .::. 4zy

I was very fond of cooking black bread and eggs before, and not long ago I found another very original recipe.

So, we’ll need two whole black bread slices and two eggs. Our task is to cut out a right-angled bread-crumb from the slice, indenting a pair of centimeters from the crust. Then we should fry the crust frame on one side, turn it over and break the eggs into it.

Add salt and pepper (and some seasoning if you wish). Cover the frying pan with a lid for 3-4 minutes. I fried the bread-crumb on the same frying pan and put two cheese slices on it – thus I got not only black bread and eggs, but two cheese toasts.

Bon appetit!  

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