Speaking and writing about the dragons seriously means to be slightly damaged in the sound mind. Fire-spitting mouths, sharp teeth, sharp-clawed paws, iron scales, webbed wings, gnarled tail and the small heads endowed with the human fear called «mind» which is simply absent. Only the instincts. And the prevailing instinct is not a «basic» at all, but the gastronomic one directed on the innocent beautiful little fool girls of whom, following the natural selection, the «ugly» members of a society have been getting rid for many centuries.
An attempt to guess the charm of Paris on pages of the magazine is akin to staring closed eyes. A city-museum and a city of museums, a permanent «shooting area» on street of which people fall in love, shed blood, give birth to detective stories and break hearts. It is impossible to learn Paris by words. Like impossible it is to feel fluids by verbal description.
ТThe day of a man’s first flight to the space I spent in Italy. This country was celebrating this event animatedly as if Yuri Gagarin was an Italian. Personally, I consider Pavel Popovich to be the first Ukrainian space hero – his cheerfulness, sense of humour and «he-man» nature have always impressed me.
The space – as a premonition of the new era of humanity – has become the reality. And queuing to it is ahead.