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Новогодний розыгрыш в Best of @Diary.ru! Участвую!

18.12.2011 в 09:47
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Новогодний розыгрыш в Best of @Diary.ru
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XWP: Episode thirteen of season three

Finally, after talking (or should I say singing?) to each other, Xena and Gabrielle acknowledge their actions and feelings, and find the way to forgive. They return to the place where all this started. And they decide to start anew - together, side by side.

This episode is full of subtext. It shows the girls' characters as much as it shows their feelings for each other.
I'll just put the most beautiful scenes.

Gabrielle: "What's my life worth then?"

Xena: "First things first."

G: "The first thing is the greater good-- you taught me that. You taught me that there are things in life worth dying for... things that hold a higher meaning than our own existence."

X: "Not your existence."

G: "Why? 'Cause I'm your friend?"

X: "Yes!"

G: "Well then, honor my memory."


G: "Xena."

X: "Yes?"

G (she's very ill and dreaming. She repeats the same words she said to Xena at the beginning, in the first episode.): "You've got to take me with you... teach me everything you know. You can't leave me here in Poteidaia. I wanna go with you. I've studied the stars... spoken with philosophers... and I have the gift of prophecy. I can be very valuable to you. Take me
with you. I want so much to be like you."

X (crying): "And I want to be like you."


Gabrielle is having a nightmare. When she wakes up, Xena is beside her. Gabrielle looks at her and strokes her hair.


G: A long time ago, I accepted the consequences of our life together... that it might one day come to this. It has. I'm not afraid."

X: "You always said that I was the brave one. Look at you now!.. If this is to be our destiny, let's see it out together. Even in death, Gabrielle... I will never leave you."


X: "Always looking out for me, huh?"

G: "Always. Xena? About China... I hope you know I never meant to hurt you. I only did what I thought was right."

X: "Gabrielle, that's all in the past. All I want is to be with you right now. You're my best friend... my family. I love you, Gabrielle."

G: "I love you, Xena."


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XWP: Episode twelve of season three

I have just watched 'The Bitter Suite'. I haven't been making posts with my thoughts and impressions about the episodes for some time but I'd like to start doing them again.

In the episode prior to this one ('Maternal instincts') Xena and Gabrielle end up hurting and blaming each other for it. Gabrielle's child, Hope, turned out to be evil; she killed Solon, Xena's child, and was killed by Gabrielle when she realized how wrong she was about the child. Because of their offspring and misunderstanding between one another, Xena and Gabrielle undergo a lof of pain. I personally think that they had to start talking to each other after Hope's birth. Xena shouldn't have tried to kill the baby right away. It was better to let Gabrielle see who the child truly was. Xena, as a mother, could have understood that Gabrielle would never kill her daughter. Anyone, but Gabrielle. Anything, but killing your child.

When Gabrielle said 'I love you' and Xena didn't even look at her, I was crying as hard as they. I couldn't believe how the story could turn out the way it did. How it made the girls hurt each other, although they didn't know they were doing it at the time. I dreaded to see next episode.

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Some pictures that are worth looking at

@темы: Xena&Gabrielle





27 of September

Julya is back from her vacation.

On her departure day she sent an e-mail to all the departments informing about the dates of her vacation so that everyone knew. I got one, as well, on the operator's mail box. The date of her arrival back was 25 of September.

"You're going to be back only on twenty fifth?" I asked Julya when she was saying her good-bye.

"No! Actually, I'm coming on twenty seventh. I'm not gonna come on a weekend, am I?"

Her statement made me realize that twenty fifth of September was Saturday. Seriously, it was a smart thing to do: to say you are going to be back on twenty fifth whereas the actual date of your arrival is two days later. It made the people think as if Julya's vacation wasn't so long, after all. It was smart, but at the same time it made me sad, for when you do such things it means you don't trust your colleagues. Julya understands very good how these people she's working with, are. They will be envy just because someone goes on vacation. It doesn't matter that they themselves have vacation as well. At this very moment they have to work when someone is going to enjoy herself, and they just can't bear it.

So, I was expecting Julya to come back on Monday, twenty seventh of September.

Usually Julya makes our Front Office schedule but when she was on vacation Lena K. was responsible for it. In the middle of the month, on Friday (the day when we have a new schedule for the next two weeks) I got an e-mail on the operator's mail box. It was from LaneK who was in Moscow on business. She made a new schedule but physically wasn't able to print it out and hung on the desk. She asked to do it ourselves or wait till her arrival, so that she could do it herself. I decided to help and print the schedule. Firstly, I found out my days off and on and I was quite pleased. Secondly, I looked at the column in front of Julya's name and wasn't pleased at all. It said that she was going to come back not on Monday but on Tuesday. Well, one day is not a big deal but it was so for me, for it meant I was to wait one more day whereas it was bad enough to wait all twenty of them. Besides, I trusted Julya enough to believe her every word. It hurt that she said me the date that turned out to be false. The only soothing thing was to pretend that she changed her mind and informed just LenaK about it.

On Tuesday I was to work in the evening, so it was three-four hours to spend with Julya. I wanted Julya to feel welcomed and good and decided to cook something and take it with me to the hotel. I couldn't, of course, present it to her personally, I had to pretend that it was for all the guys who worked that day. The reason of this 'generosity' had to die with me. And when I was contemplating the exact thing I could cook for Julya, I realized that Tuesday was going to be the day of celebrating Lisa's past birthday. My cake (I had decided to bake a cake) could be mistaken as Lisa's present and I wasn't going to do such a thing. So, I had to leave all the thoughts about Julya's 'welcome back' present behind.

Today, preparing for an evening shift, I was thinking about Julya all the time. I knew she had to be in St. Petersburg already. I was imagining the things she could be doing at the moment. My imagination was as good as always, so I imagined that Julya might come to the hotel to visit us. It was such a stupid thing to think about. What kind of sane person would come to work on her last vacation day? Well, I would, but we all know I am not a sane person. :)

Coming in Back Office my eyes were riveted to the Julya's desk for here Julya was, sitting there and waving at me. Because of my bad eyes I couldn't see her exactly, but I knew it was her immediately. I came closer and closer looking at the beloved face all the time. She said to me 'Hi, Polya' several times but I couldn't speak. I was totally shocked. I wasn't even sure I could breathe.

Unfortunately, there were Natasha and Vova and Sasha from Sales department, so I couldn't even say the words I wanted to say when I felt I could speak again. I was staring at Julya, watching her over, trying to familiarize myself with her again. I honestly didn't expect her to be there. I hoped so much to see her as soon as possible, but I didn't want to have my hopes too high and then see them falling down. That's why seeing Julya a day earlier made it some sort of miracle. That's why I was behaving like a robot and everybody was staring at me when I was staring at Julya.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I was almost panting, so I turned around and went to the nearest board as if to put my purse down, although my real purpose was to calm down a little bit.

Next twenty minutes the guys were shifting each other and I just stood and sat here and there for I was a trainee once again and there was nobody for me to shift with.

Then we had a long meeting. Usually these meetings are daily and short — we discuss all the important things that happened or are going to happen any time soon. This time it was much longer because Julya was back and there were a lot of things to share with each other. Actually, when Julya was absent, we didn't have meetings at all, and I didn't think it was good. I missed them. They are my constant reminder of the things going on in the hotel. We discuss mistakes and good deals, how to deal with a difficult situation, how to calm a hysterical guest, all the things we may come across with.

When the meeting ended, the morning shift left and we began to work.

About six PM Julya came over to the first desk and approached LenaK.

"Polya and I will go to the canteen, all right?"

"I'll go with you."

Then a guest demanded LenaK's attention and Julya added that she would go and we would follow her later.

"But take her with you, okay? She won't go on her own." Julya was talking about me and I was smirking in my mind: Julya was back and I wasn't going to loose an opportunity to be with her. All the time she was gone I hadn't visited the canteen. There was no need to do it. I could have a cup of tea in BO if I wanted to. The canteen for me is to be with Julya a little longer than usually is possible, not to have tea.

There were three of us in the canteen. The girls were having some dinner but I couldn't even drink a cup of tea. I was too excited to consume anything.

I asked Julya about her vacation and she said she loved it.

"It was so good to be off. I'd love to enjoy myself a little longer than that. It's so hard to get up and go to work again. Don't want to do it at all."

I knew that Julya was in Croatia. I guess, it wasn't the only country she visited. From St. Petersburg she had flighted to Germany to meet with her friend. Then they were going to take a car and travel about Europe.

"Did you manage to visit all the places you had in mind?"

"Yeah! Well, almost. It took us longer than we thought and there were some cities we weren't able to reach. Besides, it makes you tired traveling in a car all the time."

Julya admitted that the most beautiful city was Salzburg, Austria. It was quite historical.

I didn't know what to ask next and Julya didn't look like she was willing to share the details of her trip with us. I let it be.

Later we had a conversation about how stupid men are sometimes. I didn't participate, exactly, because of my lack of experience. I was listening and asking questions when I had them.

"Polya, do you think it's wise to laundry blue jeans with a white shirt together? Everybody knows that clothes have to be of the same material and color to laundry it together in a washing machine. Otherwise you'll have a mess instead of your clothes. But he just doesn't understand it!" Julya was talking about her friend. She said the last weekend, already in St. Petersburg, they were washing their dirty clothes and it was hell. "Well, he washed his jeans and the shirt together, then looked at them and was surprised to find that the shirt was blue instead of white. 'Why is it so? How come?' he was exclaiming."

"Indeed! How could it be?" LenaK and I were laughing.

"He just doesn't understand the difference." Julya continued. "I tried to explain it to him but he wasn't listening. He washed his another pair of pants and some white T-shirt and it was the same — the clothes were stained! And he was surprised once again!"

LenaK decided to say something about her friend as well. As far as I know she's dating a German guy but they don't live together yet.

"He has a kink to go shoeless after a bath. Once in my apartment he took a shower, didn't take slippers on and had something glued to his foot. He was furious! Although I clean my apartment every day there is always a possibility to find some dust or whatever, don't you agree? Well, some time later we were in a hotel, and he took a shower and was barefoot again. I said it was too dangerous to go shoeless around a hotel room. You don't know whether it was cleaned after the last guests or not. You have no guarantees. But he was sure it was safer to be barefoot on a hotel room's floor than on my apartment's one! How stupid is that?"

I realized that LenaK wasn't upset that her friend preferred hotel's floor her apartment's. She just couldn't understand the nature of his thoughts to be sure that a hotel's room is always clean. She works in a hotel, she knows how the things are in there. That's why it was so hard for her to understand it.

"Well, men are just stupid." Julya said once again. "They don't want to understand simple things."

I sat in there listening to them. I became very amused with every minute. Though, it was confusing as well as amusing.

How can they say these things about men and continue to love them anyway? Actually, they were not even talking about men in general, they were talking about their boyfriends, the men they loved, as I assumed. And they gave an impression that they honestly couldn't understand their boyfriends' behavior, preferring to laugh at them than trying to find a solution. Although I don't have an experience about a relationship with men, I always thought that every relationship is about understanding and compassion. No matter how different you are, no matter how different your points of view. If you love each other, than there is always a possibility to find a way to fix everything. Even if you are not agree with your beloved, you try to understand his reasons as much as possible. Even if you don't understand him at all, you respect him no matter what. And it means you don't go and gossip about him in such an ungraceful way.

I didn't say a word about my thoughts but it gave me something to muse about.

That day I was looking at Julya every time she was in my eye's way. I couldn't get enough of her.

She didn't treat me any different than other girls and boys. She touched my arm just once, in the canteen, telling something. There were no special words to me.

Julys left without saying good-bye. Well, maybe we were busy with guests and she didn't want to bother us. But it hurt nevertheless.

The day of Julya's coming back went absolutely not the way I wanted it to be.

@темы: Radisson



Does it matter that you are beautiful, healthy and rich if you are not happy?

Does it matter that you are ugly, sick and poor if you are happy?

@темы: Who am I?


Practice at Radisson SAS Royal Hotel.

That's right, I've started to practise at the same hotel I was at last time. The guys I was working with do remember me and I must say it makes me very happy. It's quite difficult to start all over again, to get used to new people and a place. So, I'm really glad I didn't have to do it. Besides, I am very happy to work with the same persons considering how much I like them.

The work is the same. The good news about it is I like it, so almost always I go home much later than I should. Sometimes the gilrs have to say to me several times to go home before I finally make it. What can I do? I like the job.

There are some changes at the hotel. Recently there was an opening of the new hotel of our hotel network. Some guys decided to apply and they got lucky. There are two girls that are missing in the Front Office. The first one (Natasha with fairy curly hair) had to be moving to Moscow and I knew about it, so I wasn't really surprised. (Actually, I didn't like her anyway.) And the second one (Nadya) was very nice to me and I have very good memories about her, so I was quite sad that she's not working with us anymore. She was said to be studying in Germany which is her dream, so I should be happy for her and I am. Also, there is a new girl, name's Natasha, who has been working not very long. She's quite friendly. Can't say more about her yet.

I started practising on Friday, 7th of May. The schedule I'm working to is very uncertain because I asked to work the way everybody else works which is not considering usual weekends and holidays. I have to be busy on weekends so parents wouldn't be able to take me to the country.

Today was very interesting, busy and even scaring day. As usual, time was running away from me and I was late. To be late is not usual for me; to miss time is. I should have been late for fifteen minutes or so, but the unexpected happened, and I was late for half an hour. The thing is my uniform didn't come to the hotel. Our uniforms and guests' clothes have dry-cleaned at the outside dry-cleaner's, so you have to be careful with timing. I took my uniform to the housekeeping on Tuesday, then I was off on Wednesday, and when I came on Thursday they said that my uniform didn't come back yet. I made a mistake with my calculations, but, truth be told, I have no idea where the mistake is. Anyways, considering that I have only one set of uniform, the woman from housekeeping and I had to go and choose another set for me. Actually, a FO specialist has to have two sets of uniform but being a trainee I was given the only one.

All's well that end's well. The set we found was even better than the one I had; the pants suits me much more than another one did. And nobody has noticed my being late. I mean, yes, it was noticed, but I wasn't yelled or something like that. I wasn't even said to not do it again. But I promised myself to be on time from now on.

There are some other things I want to tell but I have to go to bed because I have to get up early. So, I'll tell about them later. About the job and about the naked girl in the locker room. ;-)

@темы: Radisson


Xena: season 1, episode 10 'Hooves and Harlots'

О, наконец-то я узнала, как Габриэль стала Амазонкой! Кстати, не ожидала, что это произойдет так быстро. Конечно, называться Амазонкой вовсе не значит быть ею: Габриэль еще не умеет хорошо управляться с оружием и воевать, но ее юбка стала более короткой, а кофта открывает часть живота. Чем меньше одежды, тем удобнее двигаться и управлять своим телом, - в этом смысле. :) Да и военная смекалка у Габриэль проявляется! Может быть, она и раньше была, просто никто не знал об этом; забыта за ненадобностью. Но когда тебя окружает опасность и постоянно нужно быть начеку (даже если Зена рядом), эта настороженность и готовность если что защищаться вырабатываются сами собой.

@темы: Xena&Gabrielle


Xena: Warrior Princess. Fan Fiction.

Once again: I need to have a series review written and I need it to be in Russian. It's my diary, after all. I don't have to apologise at all. :)

Я думаю, все началось с трилогии Susanne Beck. На странице перевода вместо обычной шапки было сказано всего несколько слов. Что-то вроде: в этой истории есть все, что каждому придется по душе - чувства, секс, характеры или сюжет. Характеры Зены и Габриэль, да, но тогда я просто не обратила на это внимания. "Зена: королева воинов" - это сериал, который я знаю и люблю с детства. Я смотрела его лет с восьми, по каналу СТС, каждый будний день в восемь часов вечера. Я восхищалась силой, ловкостью и непобедимостью Зены, с улыбкой встречала веселую и милую Габриэль, наслаждалась их путешествиями по древнему миру. Я помню лишь абсолютно положительные и легкие впечатления от просмотра. Даже все битвы, мечи, кровь и насилие не пугали меня. Я была уверена, что Зена способна победить всех и защитить Габриэль от кого бы то ни было. Я никогда не задумывалась о роде их отношений между друг другом. Поэтому я пропустила мимо ушей упоминание о характерах девушек и просто наслаждалась историей.
Оригинальную историю я нагуглила и очутилась сразу на странице текста, поэтому еще очень нескоро вышла я на главную страницу сайта, на котором история располагается. А когда вышла, передо мной открылся огромный мир фанфикшена. Очередной. За все мое время существование в Интернете я побывала во многих фандомах, но до сих пор мне сложно осознать всю величину этого явления, всю его мощь. Когда вы натыкаетесь на интересный мир и начинаете искать еще информацию по нему, выходите на фанфики и начинаете читать - все, вы потеряны для общества. Очень надолго.
Зная это, я очень осторожно следовала по ссылкам на предложенные фанфики. Еще не читая, очень скоро я уяснила, что 'uber' означает, что герои в истории придуманы автором, хоть вышеобозначенные авторы и добавляют всегда, что 'Some may bear a resemblance to characters we know and love who are owned by PacRen and Universal Studios'. А вот 'classic' - это, собственно, классика; история включает Зену и Габриэль alright. Есть еще 'conqueror' и 'clonefic', значения которых я еще не успела толком выяснить, но am looking forward to do it soon.
Кроме этого сайта, я также погуглила возможные картинки на данную тему. О да, фанаты постарались на славу и многие коллажи были просто ах какое удовольствие смотреть на (мерлин, где мой русский язык?))) И не смотря на то, что большинство картинок были скринами из сериала, даже по ним можно было подивиться, как близки на самом деле были Зена и Габриэль. Правду говорят, что дети не различают пол и редко обращают пристальное внимание на романтические отношения. Я никогда не могла и подумать, что между моими любимыми героинями может быть что-то большее, чем дружба. Именно из-за этого факта мне страшно было начинать читать фанфики. Я боялась испортить невинное детское впечатление, которое у меня сохранилось от сериала. Я не оставляла надежды посмотреть когда-нибудь их приключения еще раз, и, с этой идеей в голове, как могла бы я это сделать, прочитав фанфики, где отношения между девушками далеко не дружеские? Это было бы очень странно, понимаете. Сериал "Зена: королева воинов" - это моя маленькая реликвия из детства. Что-то чистое и невинное. Я никогда не думала о Зене и Габриэль в таком контексте и просто не имела желания. Но я решила-таки прочитать.
Попадая в новый фандом, очень важно вначале прочитать стоящие вещи, действительно красивые и интересные; произведения, которые увлекут и заставят читать еще и еще. В этом деле помогают комментарии и рецензии людей, которые уже прочитали данную историю. К сожалению, на том сайте не было возможности комментировать напрямую, только связываться с авторами по электронной почте. Поэтому мне пришлось искать счастье собственными глазами.
Обычно я выбираю фанфик макси, потому что мне нужно время, чтобы погрузиться в атмосферу. Я люблю хороший сюжет, развитие характеров, обилие действий, - именно это я ищу в фанфиках. Потом, открываю первую страницу и читаю шапку. Уже смотря по тому, как она оформлена, можно сделать вывод об авторе. Да-да, простая грамматика и стиль. Правда, иногда бывают исключения, когда авторские заметки написаны абсолютно свободным молодежным языком, но само произведение оказывается очень толковым и увлекательным. Поэтому дальше я начинаю читать сам текст. Вот здесь уже можно сделать окончательный вывод о грамотности автора. Наверное, это немножко смешно, когда русская девушка судит английскую грамматику и пунктуацию, но, поверьте, уж элементарные правила даже в анлийском языке я знаю. После прочтения пары абзацев я уже делаю окончательный вывод читать или нет. Чаще всего выбранная история оказывается хорошей. Иногда я прекращаю читать, потому что впечатление от первой страницы бывает смазано фантазией автора на последующих. В конце концов, никто не идеален. =)
В этот раз мне повезло. Я наткнулась на автора, знакомого мне по другому фандому, и это остановило мои дальнейшие поиски. Это G. L. Dartt, которая написала абсолютно потрясающую серию фанфиков по сериалу 'Bad Girls'. Этому автору я доверяю на очень много процентов, поэтому я с радостью принялась читать ее труды по фандому Xena&Gabrielle.

Мой выбор пал на историю 'Enemy Mine' и ее продолжение 'Enemy Ours', о которых я и собираюсь рассказать.
С самого же начала я поняла, что не ошиблась. Я очень люблю стиль G. L. Dartt и я читала ее историю с удовольствием. У меня нет никаких претензий ни к идее, ни к ее исполнению. Но, вынуждена сказать, что этот фанфик не вдохновил меня. Это просто неплохая история, от которой действительно получаешь моральное и эстетическое наслаждение, но она не вызывает желания читать еще.
Для начала, скажу, что мне пришлось выучить много новых слов. Меч, стрелы, посох, снаряжение для лошади - я вряд ли когда раньше встречала эти слова в текстах. Но если с ними еще можно разобраться с помощью словаря, то с различными персонажами, присутствующими в истории, - вряд ли. Ведь я так давно смотрела сериал, что напрочь не помню, какие боги там упоминаются. Дренегреческие, конечно, но вы представляете, как они пишутся на английском языке? Голову сломаешь, пока дойдет, кто это. ))) А ведь в истории еще упоминаются другие персонажи, которые были в сериале, но которых я тоже напрочь не помню. Автор говорит об их прошлом и их связях с Зеной и Габриэль, но, разумеется, не настолько полно, чтобы я могла соединить все недостающие кусочки. Я поняла, что мне нужно смотреть сериал, чтобы разбираться лучше. Это, кстати, еще одна большая причина, почему я осталась не такой уж довольной после прочтения. Когда не понимаешь половины текста (именно из-за неизвестных мне персонажей, с языком я вполне справляюсь), чтение становится не таким уж веселым. Это как смотреть фильм наоборот. Я никогда не смотрела, но мне нравится сравнение)))

И, тем не менее, перед тем, как начать смотреть сериал, я прочитала еще один фанфик все той же прекрасной G. L. Dartt, который называется 'Nothing Remembered'.

Интересный опыт. В этой истории, в отличие от канона, Габриэль - прекрасная воительница, обладающая потрясающими боевыми тактиками и великолепно обращающаяся с оружием. А ее закадычный друг - Callisto, которая вообще-то в каноне является врагом и Зены, и Габриэль. (Это выясняется по ходу истории, а не остатки моей памяти дали о себе знать)))) Куда же делась Зена? О, она отправилась пробовать счастливую и мирную жизнь в родной деревне: жить на постоялом дворе вместе с мамой, живым, любимым братом, и мужчиной, который в скором будущем станет ее мужем. Разумеется, не она отправилась, а боги ее отправили. Они заключили с ней сделку, предложив жизнь, которой она не может жить в настоящем времени, взамен дружбе с Габриэль. Aha, Габриэль и понятия не имеет о существовании Зены. Весело, правда?.. Осталось только выяснить, действительно ли мирная и, на первый взгляд, счастливая жизнь - то, что Зене нужно.
Эта история понравилась мне уже больше. В конце концов, я же первая, кто говорит, что нельзя торопиться с выводами. Нужно дать фандому Xena&Gabrielle еще один шанс! ;-) Особенно, после того, как я начну смотреть сам сериал.

@темы: Xena&Gabrielle


It's been too long since I wrote (write?) something interesting about my life in this diary, hasn't it? Well, I guess, I just didn't want to write anything. I haven't been posting anything worth in my main diary, either. I wasn't in the mood to do it. A lot of things have happened to me and I'm going to let you into the details.

The most beautiful, touching, breathtaking and scaring thing that happened to me is a trilogy by Susanne Beck.
I still am not able to remember where I had found out about this story. I believe that I came across it by Internet as it always happens to me. Anyway, I had a link with this story for a long time but I didn't have time to check it out properly. Actually, I read two or three sentences when I first found it, and I realised that this is a story about a prison and I just wasn't ready to read it yet. Since series 'Bad Girls' I know that a prison is not a very nice place to be or even to read about. I wasn't ready to give myself to this book because I knew it's going to be hard to read it.

So, I had this story on my monitor and started to read. I have read one or two paragraphs and I already had an image of Angel in my mind. I imagined her to be very tough, hard person. I thought she was, at least, thirty five or even more older. Her body seemed to me quite sturdy build, very strong. I'm telling you, I read only one or two paragraphs. Besides, Angel is not the one who tells a lot about herself. From the first page she was repeating and repeating that this is a story about people she is with, and not about her. So, don't blame me. This is my first impression and I want to save it in order to read it later and to have some fun.

Now, I guess, I am supposed to tell you about a real image of Angel. Here you go. Her age is quite different from what I told you. It's about twenty five or so when the story begins. The young woman is very nice and kind and, yes, innocent, - that's why she's called Angel in the first place. She's slim and not very tall but she has a low centre of gravity. ))) (This was said by Ice.) She has light hair and green eyes. Yes, she is a lot like Gabrielle, you've got it right! :D

Susanne Beck and her trilogy
Xena and Gabrielle: Fan Fiction and same-name series
Depression about searcing who I am and what I am for
A piles of snow and cold weather!!!


Toward the sunset by Della Street

I'm gonna write it down in Russian because I need to make a review before I forgot about the plot, and I will put this review in my main diary in order to share my thoughts with my friends about it, as well, and it will be better to make it this way 'cause my @friends are Russians and very little of them understand English.

Я _обожаю_ эту историю! Она совсем небольшая и я прочитала текст всего за один вечер, но я наслаждалась каждой секундой.
Это так называемый uber fiction, что означает оригинальную историю с оригинальными персонажами, которые все-таки могут напоминать характером и внешностью Зену и Габриэль из сериала "Зена - королева воинов". События истории могут происходит в абсолютно любой временной промежуток - будь то до нашей эры, одиннадцатый век нашей эры или самые настоящие present days.
Пара слов о сюжете. Дело происходит в Америке, в небольшом городке Myersville, где-то после Второй Мировой войны, если "late War" можно перевести так. В любом случае, это точно середина двадцатого века, судя по описаниям. В обозначенном выше городке живет молодая женщина Mattie, которая преподает в местной школе. Mattie - не замужем, живет одна в собственном доме после того, как родители и сестра переехали в другой город. Она любит читать, и даже сама пишет рассказы и стихи. Она потрясающе рассказывает истории. Секретное место Mattie - небольшой водоем в ближайшем лесочке, куда она любит приходить и купаться. Именно там она первый раз встречается с Jess - более взрослой женщиной; темноволосой и удивительно красивой, с голубыми глазами и тонкими, оживленными бровями. Mattie принимает женщину за обычного путника, идущего ниоткуда и в никуда, остановившегося на пару дней в этом городке. Mattie еще не знает, как опасно верить каждому встречному. Хотя, возможно, именно вера девушки поворачивает события тем образом, каким они повернулись.
Читая какую-либо историю, буквально через несколько страниц понимаешь, кого из себя представляет автор. Исходя из этой истории, я могу сказать, что автор просто молодец. Это просто идеальная история. Читая ее, ты веришь каждому слову. Тебе даже не приходится прикладывать никаких усилий, это происходит само собой. Ты читаешь эпизод за эпизодом, и не можешь оторваться. Все происходит так, как и должно происходить.
Многие авторы придумывают идею и начинают выстраивать вокруг нее события. Порой это происходит так просто и неказисто, что читателю неинтересно читать, потому что он легко может предсказать, что произойдет в следующей главе. Как часто бывает, когда авторы ставят главной целью жесткий секс, просто подстраивая остальные события под это действие, подгоняя читателя! В этой истории все происходит плавно, гладко. Как будто ты скользишь по реке и, вертя головой право и влево, ухватываешь кусочки мозаики, которые в конце произведения складываются в полную картину. Это красиво. Это интересно. Это так, как оно должно быть.
Я не могу назвать эту историю гениальной, потому что в ней нет ничего гениального. Она просто хорошая. Она такая, чтобы перечитывать в плохую погоду. Она для того, чтобы получать эстетическое удовольствие. Автор знает свое дело, и читателю остается только благодарить за возможность прочитать и оценить.

Интересно почитать остальные произведения автора. Надеюсь, они будут такими же замечательными!

To take a look

@темы: Xena and Gabrielle: Fan Fiction


I'm addicted to Internet. Again. Maybe I haven't even got rid of it as I thought I have. But just about some minutes ago I have realised that all I need to be content is Internet. Don't get me wrong. It doesn't make me completely happy. It's not that sort of happiness I'd like to have. But it helps me to live. To live is much more easier when I've got a PC with an Internet in it.

You see, I like reading books and watching series. Lately the only books I like to read are fanfics. And I can read them on the computer only. The same about series. There is no way I'm watching series on the DVD. Yes, I can download them but there is no dvd-box in my room. And I'm not about to watch very interesting stuff being afraid to be catch by parents or brothers. Don't worry, I'm not talking about porn or something like that. The thing is, when I chose a movie to watch I'd like to watch it alone. It's about privacy. It's about modesty. I don't like to give in my emotions in front of people, no matter how close they are to me.

So, here I am. I have nothing to do except watching a movie or reading a book or being in the Net. It all includes a PC. According to this, I suffer when there is no computer around me. I feel useless. Thank Gods, I have my little mp3 what gives an opportunity to read or listen to music. But it's not the same. Besides, not every time I have the files to read. Sometimes I forget to transport them from the PC to the mp3, and it sucks.

I might write I'd like to have a personal PC but it wouldn't be completely true. It's not very necessary. I'll live without it.

@темы: Mood


Since I started to read fanfics about Xena and Gabrielle (or women carring their tempers and feathers) I have waken up in tears twice. I don't remember what the nightmares are about, but I do know they are about these stories I'm reading. Something bad happens to me in my dreams and I feel desperate and scary. I have a feeling that nothing and nobody can help me. I've lost somebody very important to me, and now I'm alone. It is a very scary thing to happen.

I don't feel very bad about these nightmares after I have a shower and a cup of tea. Hell, sometimes I forget about the whole thing at all; I wake up and start my day as usual. But during the day some pictures and feelings are returning, and I have shivers going down my spine.

@темы: Сны


What am I doing in the Net? Watching series!

I'm not sleeping tonight because my brother is out and the computer is all mine. :tease3:

I have just watched the fourteenth episode of 'Queer as Folk' series. I started to watch it two weeks ago or so, and I think I'm going to love it. Actually, I'm not quite into slash but there is a femslash line in the series as well, so it has a lot to look at. Besides, the main story and characters are not so bad. I'm improving my English as well as enjoying the process.

I don't like Brian because he is unbearably selfish and too much over fuck. They all are! I have never seen such series as QAF where sex is on the first place. There was 'The L Word', of course, but even in there relationships were more important than sex. We had only Shane in TLW who loves fucking now and then, but there is everyone in QAF who loves fucking. Maybe I'm a little old-fashioned but I really don't understand all this ballyhoo about sex. I think, there are a lot of things that more important than sex. Don't you?

I don't like Michael as well. He always smiles! He is too kind, too light-hearted, too stupid. Life gives him an absolutely perfect opportunety to live in love and be loved and be happy and not to worry about money, home etc... But does he care? No! He's all over Brian. It's not a friendship, it's not a love; it's sick obsession and Michael needs to get rid of it, though, I don't think he ever will. He has very nice kind of humor but that's the most prettiest thing I can say about him.

Among a lot of men in the series I do like the one - it's Justin. He's young, absolutely carefree and very funny. The thing I don't like about him is his love to Brian but he will get over it sooner or later. I don't know sure, though, but I think so. Or, this situation will teach Brian how to treat people and, finally, he will realise that he's not the one who has big dick (terrible thing to say but I want it to be this way ;-) ).

What about our lezzie couple? Well, they are pretty nice. Though, I didn't feel love between them at first and I don't feel it now. What kind of person will cheat on beloved because of little problem? I think that there was no problem at all. Both Melanie and Lindsay had to be more patient with each other, more understanding. Everybody knows that childbirth isn't very easy thing to do. Women after this are very vulnerable and uncontrollable. They are afraid because of baby, they see baby, they feel him and there isn't something else but baby. These women need a very good partner to be with them, to hold them, to help them, to love their child as much as they do. When two people becomes three there always are misunderstandings and little quarrels. It's not about family or children, it's about psychology.

I want to believe that Melanie and Lindsay will forgive one another and try to start again. Firstly, I want sex between two women, not men. :gigi: Secondly, I believe that every person deserves second chance. A little pun, I'm really sorry. =))

@темы: Queer as Folk


The beginning of my new life

I have made my mind about this diary. I wanted to have one as something to write in, not in Russian but in English. My learning the language has turned into obsession. I read in English every day, I see movies and series almost daily, I have even started to read one interesting forum about foreigners in our country. I have covered two copybooks with writing - it was something like diary, some notes about my life, - and, finally, continued to write in my old paper diary in English but stopped after several days. Somehow the paper diary makes me feel uncomfortable to write in it. It's too formal, too beautiful. I don't feel free to write everything I want. All my thougths seem childish and silly.

Thereby I decided to use this diary as a place to write in only in English. I have been thinking about creating a new one in order to give my Internet friends a possibility to read and comment. But now I don't think that's a good idea. I'm afraid that I won't be able to write in a diary constantly. There are periods of times when I like to share my thoughts with a diary and there are another ones when I don't want to do it. If somebody reads my diary, I will feel guilty every time I don't write when they expect me to. If nobody reads my diary, there is no responsibility at all. There is freedom. I like it.

So, I' starting a new life with all my wish to do it and belief in good.

@темы: Ощущения

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