Everything is always great with her
And there is no need for other options,
Stay kind and dreamy
In our cynical age, it is akin to talent.
She doesn't have time to complain
She has master keys out of happiness,
I can't think of a more painful burden
Than sadness that has become a habit.
Gloomy thoughts are worse than an anchor,
The earth is already full of bad things,
People would probably cry less
If only the sun were taken as a basis.
"How are you doing?" - the question is meaningless,
Everything is fine on her planet,
The maples rustle their leaves,
Roses bloom every hour.
There is one mysterious woman
Who has zero reasons to be sad,
Be truly divine
Her sixth sense helps her.
She just learned a long time ago:
Complaining is essentially useless
If we didn't build hell within ourselves,
All bad things would immediately disappear.
Alesya Sineglazaya
A big shout out to the people who follow me. Unfortunately I’ve had to leave Russia. It became impossible to receive any funds from the US. I am currently living in Batumi, Georgia.
This is my family in the living room of my apartment in Kimovsk, Russia. I am a disabled Vietnam veteran. Seventy six years of age. My son Aleksandr (left), and my granddaughter Dasha (center) look in on me. Here, I had hoped to live out my retirement years.
Christmas Day Walk
I went for a walk today. Almost all businesses are closed for Christmas Day. The store that sells Turkish carpets was open so I went in and immediately spotted a beautiful Oriental carpet, bright red, black and gold.
I ask if it was a magic carpet and if it would fly.
The lady answered, “All my carpets are magical. As to whether it will fly, that all depends on what you put in your hookah.”
This is my apartment in Batumi. It’s on the eighth floor and the elevator works most of the time.
I pay 800 lari per month for this two bedroom apartment. That is approximately $294.
I have a fifteen to twenty minute walk to the beach. This is a great town for retirement. There are plenty of beaches to rest when you get tired.
The pink bedroom I call my guest room and it’s where my granddaughter will sleep when she visits me.
