Lost and found draft from the spring

Happiness has no tomorrow; it has no yesterday; it does not remember the past, does not think of the future; it has the present -- and not even a day -- but a moment.

-- Ivan Turgenev "Asya"

I just found these photos drafted on my blog, I guess I made it right before my laptop died. I can't remember now what I was going to say, but I decided to share these images anyways, I just like them so much!

This weekend flew by like a dream, but a very nice dream: we traveled to the mountains and hiked along the lake, ate onion-egg pies thanks to my mama's recipe, and sipped rhubarb mojitos, dreamt about the future and just cuddled with a movie. I really wish we had longer weekends, it's never enough in summer!

It also suddenly became clear that I "feel" Russian language differently now after being away from it for some time. Last week I met a few new friends from Ukraine -- they came here for the summer, just like I did five years ago (omg! five!) -- and since their Russian is way better than my Ukrainian, we spoke Russian to each other. It feels so strange, and I don't mean to imply that I forgot my language or anything like that, I've only been here for a year. It feels strange to go really-really far and from there to look back and see it so much clearer than ever before. I want to get my favorite Russian books and read them again, and read new books, too. I want to apply this new view on everything I knew before and see how it feels now.