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  • Victoria Cherlenyuk. Coffee is not just a drink, it's a drink of love ....

                A cozy evening with a cup of coffee!
    And although some of the comrades and perform, but you can and strong))

    Coffee is not just a drink, it's a drink of love ....
    Because she, love, often begins,
    Begins with a banal phrase:
    "Let me invite you to a cup of coffee ...".

    Natasha Ruzickaya


    - Double and without sugar.
    Penka for coffee was like a galactic spiral. She turned slowly. The vesicles in its branches exploded like supernovae. A small universe.
    I took a sip, - and the universe cringed, frightened. To drink - or how? And what if there was a whole world in this white public cup, peacefully landed under a lilac astra on a table in a cozy university canteen? And even - the bearers of the mind ??
    Another sip. The coffee was strong, invigorating, slightly bitter, like a well-prepared noble drink. The galactic spiral noticeably faded away, turning into shreds of a supernumerary nebula.


    "Maybe another cup?" - At the edge of the saucer sat a small coffee-colored creature and affectionately stretched out my limb.
    Forms it was uncertain, everything seemed to flow, but undoubtedly was the bearer of reason. And wanted to make contact.
    - One minute. - I took a more comfortable tea (or in this case it should be called coffee?) Spoon.
    - We are glad that you, as a representative of the macro-view, paid attention to our existence. - The creature's voice was soft, intelligent, with a slightly noticeable English accent. "Our world is very different from yours, but, you see, time is four-dimensional ..."
    - Well, of course. - I carefully brought the spoon to the creature and, having caught it, flopped it back into the cup.
    To be faithful, she stirred. I tried it. Strong, invigorating, only, it seems, became bitter. Good coffee is cooked in our canteen.
    I handed over the dirty dishes and went to the seminar. The seminar was called "Possible ways of detecting extraterrestrial civilizations" and I really liked it. I did not want to be late for him.

    Vinogradova Tatyana Evgenevna





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  • Andre Brito Hide the claws, kitty; Here, on my chest ...


    Hide the claws, kitty; Here, on my chest,
    What caresses tenderly to you is always embraced,
    And let my eyes in your eyes sink,
    Where is the cold shine of metal and agate!

    When I caress your head,
    That back is flexible with his hand careless,
    When, pensive, I light catch swarm
    Spark electrical, touching you gently,

    In my soul there is a familiar vision:
    Her insensitive, her cold look
    My chest pierces like steel, without regret,

    And from head to toe, like a subtle scent,
    Around the body of a swarthy stream, a deadly poison,
    She is with me again, as in the previous moments.

    Charles Baudelaire











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  • Lou Ros: originally from graffiti

    The paintings of this artist are reminiscent of something elusive to each of their viewers. But this "something" can be caught only when you recognize the recognition of the artist. "I come from graffiti," proudly declares Lou Ros. And really. A comparatively small portrait, if we mentally tear it away from the scale limited by the exposure window, becomes clearly represented on the street wall. Moreover, it would be best viewed from a distance of about fifty meters - then all the colored reflections find their place and precise borders and straight lines become relevant.



    But the walls of Paris, among which this French artist lives, are not easels for his paintings. Only the standard paintings created in the workshop, through oil, gouache and acrylic. He paints very instinctively, in his manner inheriting the expressionists, who since childhood have captured his imagination. Through colors, brush strokes, composition, background and rhythm of the picture, he tries to create images that seem to be spatial phenomena rather than reflections of specific objects. Moreover, Lou Ros honestly admits that creating a picture often does not have a clear idea of the final result. And sometimes it stops work much earlier than it seems complete. Its main goal is to leave the viewer's imagination open, not to limit his fantasies. All this seems to him incomparably more important than any academic concept of exposition, object or structure. That's why only graffiti is able to express everything that he would like to convey to other people. After all, his paintings - this is not what he created, but what the viewer saw.









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