Someone: Look, the two rabbits use the third rabbit as a sofa! Me: ... Apparently, they are waiting for snow for dinner.

Sometimes it seems to me that I’m becoming a sensible person. 

But then something like this suddenly happens in my head: 

...And I understand that it was a false alarm. Thank God.

... And it was today Google suddenly decided to notify me about the release of a new album... by Cliff Richard. Which would be fine, if it wasn’t the first time ever it notified me about the release of someone's album :’D

(This is rather stupid, I suppose, but I feel touched)

(Just a dream, you know. And not particularly interesting.)

I dreamed that Rik had a performance in Russia, and I was in the auditorium. 4th row, 6th place on the balcony. I had to skip school and go very far through the empty cold streets (it seems that it was winter) to get there, but I was so happy.    I don't remember what play it was, but Rik played some kind of cat character, and I thought that this role was very suitable for him (although I also thought that I would prefer to see "Waiting for Godot"). Surprisingly, he spoke Russian rather well, except that sometimes he forgot to change verb forms and used infinitives. And he also knew how to play the guitar (well, recently I myself started to learn this, actually). The public fell in love with him. He spoke a lot of things from the stage, but I remembered only the words: - No one likes to change, but we have to do it, - he said confidently. - I'm sorry, dear, but it’s not true. I would really love to change, - I answered quietly from the balcony, and no one heard me. And then I suddenly thought: "What does it matter what he says? The real Rik didn’t know how to play the guitar and didn’t speak Russian well, except for that "do svidaniya" in TNS. This is obvious - It's just a dream. The real Rik is dead." "Wait a minute, you mean I can’t talk to him and take his autograph after the performance?!" - I thought in frustration and woke up... at 5-bloody-am and couldn’t fall asleep again. 

Oh. I'm still sleepy. And sad.

1 series vs 4 series

(gosh, Rik was so young at the beginning of the show. Quite a boy, really. When you smoothly move from episode to episode, his aging is not so conspicuous. Well, he’s good in any form, but different ages have different charms, after all.)

- There’s something deeply unattractive about a woman who bears a grudge. - This isn’t a grudge, darling, this is psychopathic for revenge lust.

(I love this couple of monsters :’D)

Oh, it’s good to be back.

(I remembered the scene in TYO, where Rick’s bottom got stuck in the fire. It looks like some sort of inverted karma.)

Mood: Rick 

State of health: Vyvyan

Elephant Head: Elephant Head

Well, all these terrible exams are over, after all unlike all these terrible filters.

a boring name note

Well, it’s still good old me

You know, for a long time I couldn’t understand what kind of name it was - Jerzei. I decided that it was just a name invented by Alexei Sayle that supposed to sound Slavic (there are names in Russian that end in ei, after all - well, Alexei, Sergei and Andrei there are most common). But for my Russian ear, Jerzei sounds more like something English/American (well, like Jersey). 

And today I found the answer. The fact is that the Polish name, known in England as Jerzy, in Russia known as Ежи (Yezhi), and that's exactly how it sounds in Polish. Yes, in Polish it’s also written as “Jerzy”, but Polish "je" sounds like "ye", and "rz" like "zh".

Sort of, not in a million years could I have thought that Jerzy and Yezhi have something in common. What a phonetic twist!

That time, when Nigel Planer was Russian Ivan.

Either I’m a pervert, or he really doesn’t look as bad as he should in this blond wig.

(Oh, I like this episode. All the guys have so many different roles in it :’))

This is the evening of smiling Rik in this blog.

(Well, after a hard day it’s nice to see how a good person smiles��even if at that moment he plays a bastard psychopath)

… I was just playing with filters, you know, and then I wondered what TYO would look like if it were a silent film.

My picture with text is awful, I suppose, but it’s idea that counts.

Sometimes you just want to handle all this.

Psychologist: Now I will read 20 abstract concepts to you, and you try to memorize them with help of auxiliary drawings. Are you ready? Me: okay. ... Psychologist: So, what a word was the fourth? Me: It’s “friendship”. Psychologist: That's right. ... But why did you draw a bed here? Me: Well... you see... two guys were in bed, which was supposed to fall... Psychologist: What? Me: Well, according to the plot, the characters fought so hard that the floor broke down and the bed fell... Psychologist: Did they fight? In the bed? Me: ... Well, yes. Psychologist: And this is friendship? Me: No, it isn't. The friendship is that the actors were lying in that bed and... Oh God, nevermind.

... Well, as it turned out, my memory is perfect, but I'm really bad at explaining.

a moment of memories

Me, watching TYO for the first time:

What about Cliff Richard and who is he? Is this guy mad? Fridge? Is it some kind of british slang? What the hell are these rats talking about? And what the hell is this Mike talking about and why is he so old? What’s going on? What’s this couple behind the wall? What thunderbird puppets? What bloody beanbags?! … How am I supposed to translate all this bollocks, for heaven’s sake?!

Me, watching TYO last time:

ONCE IN EVERY LIFETIIIIIME COMES A LOVE LIKE THIIIIIS

… But I still don’t know what about Cliff Richard, actually.

I'm beginning to think that I shouldn’t have watched this documentary. Now I'm a little on fire, and there's no Mike with a fire extinguisher nearby.

(Although, you know, I don’t think it was the best documentary of all times and people. But still it was pretty exciting and I got answers to some questions. And they finally got Ade! ... And this is success, you know. I had a feeling that he had escaped somewhere from all previous TYO documentaries.)

legs, legs, legs

while I need to study, study, study

(I wanted to make a gif, but without music it's unclear how good the rhythm is. It’s, well, kind of fascinating)