Friday, 11 November 2016

To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions. A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems :))

I like to sit down, relax, have a cup of coffee and read a book.
Coffe is the most important secondary thing in our life. It would appear everything else we can do without save for coffee. Having nothing else to offer our guests, we will scrape the last remnants of coffee from the grinder... :))
I can say for myself that I've tasted almost every type of coffee in the world.
On the Balkan coffee is past and future.That is probably the only nation in the world that predict  fateful events by reading the "patterns" from an overturned coffee cup. In the cup's black-and-white "patterns" made by coffee grounds, one can read destined travels abroad, our life tears and joys...
Thanks for the coffee! ;))

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

Once I worked hard and thought a lot but I never got tired; now I do nothing and think of nothing, but I'm tired in body and spirit.With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!