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.
