H.C. Andersen, the Lifesaver

Hello God!

Thank You for Hans Christian Andersen. We all know what today’s date means, 9/11 is the symbol of our fear and fragility. We all need hope and something beautiful inside to keep our own life, and life around. Hans Christian Andersen is our lifesaver.

I invite you in Denmark, in Odense where Andersen born, and the museum, where I took the photos. It is a great pleasure to share with you a fairy tale by my eyes with the soul-wrapping-warming-hugging vibrations of the great man.  We are in absolute safety here and now.Hans Christian Andersen

In autobiographical “The Fairy Tale of My Life” H.C. Andersen writes, “My life is lovely story, happy and full of incident. If, when I was a boy, and went forth into the world poor and friendless, a good fairy had met me and said, “Choose now thy own course through life, and the object for which thou wilt strive, and then according to the development of thy mind and reason requires, I will guide and defend thee to its attainment,” my fate could not, even then, have been directed more happily, more prudently, or better.”

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“My native land, Denmark, is a poetical land, full of popular traditions, old songs and eventful history.

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The Danish islands are possessed of beautiful beech woods, and corn and clover fields. Upon one of these green islands, Funen, stands Odense, the place of my birth.

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Odense is called after the pagan god Odin, who, as tradition states, lived here.”

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Hans Christian Andersen was about 1.85 metres tall – 25 cm above the national average. The longlimbed tall man, the characteristic head with its deep-set eyes and the large nose did not come within the ideal for beauty that prevailed at the time.

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He was thought to be ugly, odd – yes, even repulsive – and his outward appearance attracted attention and made a clumsy, comical impression on most people. Those, however, was only the initial impression. Those who got to know the writer more closely gained a different impression. They found his face full of life and wit, his figure stately and his bearing elegant.

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Hans Christian Andersen was very fond of looking at himself in the mirror. This was not out of an inordinate love of finery, although he was very concerned about how he dressed. There are about 160 photographs of the writer, but not many of them resembled the actual man, was the opinion of his friends.

The reason was that Hans Christian Andersen tried to assume “a brilliant expression” when he posed for the photographer. I understand his “brilliant expression”, the son of a cobbler and washerwoman wrote, “I arrived with my small parcel in Copenhagen, a poor stranger of a boy, and today I have drunk my chocolate with the Queen, sitting opposite her and the King at the table.”Hans ans kids.JPG

Throughout his life, Hans Christian Andersen had a colossal imagination, something which the writer thought of as both a great gift and a curse. The most trifling criticism or reproof could disturb his spirits and hurt him deeply. Insignificant incidents were capable of stimulating his imagination to such an extent that he was afraid of becoming insane, like his grandfather before him.

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“Ideas lay in my thoughts like a seed corn, requiring only flowing steam, a ray of sunshine, a drop from the cup of bitterness, for them to spring forth and burst into bloom.”

“I have heaps material, more than for any kind of writing; it often seems to me as if every hoarding, every little flower is saying to me, “Look at me, just for a moment, and then my story will go right into you”, and then, if I feel like it, I have the story,” he said.

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Touching the genius of Hans Christian Andersen makes me happy. I remember my mother’s warm and calm voice reading “The Princess and the pea”, “They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate.” I read Hans Christian Andersen’s stories for my daughter and I do hope my grandchildren will love its. A family blanket from our childhood is keeping happy memories about familiar and close voices, hands, and smells of milk with honey and a book of fairytales. This blanket is our shield  and life vest I am trying to enwrap you in warming your soul.

I am happy to suggest a film about the writer. Beautiful film is instead the devastating and depression world news for keeping souls and minds safe and beautiful.

“The history of my life will say to the world what is says to me – There is a loving God, who directs all things for the best” Hans Christian Andersen said. “God directs all things for the best,” I am repeating for myself and for you. We are in safety until a fairy tale lives in us.

Thank You, Hans Christian Andersen! You are our lifesaver.

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Knowledge Day

Hello God!

Thank You for the Knowledge Day!

We are celebrating the 1st of September, our first day in school!

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With the Danish doors you see, for today I have discovered “The Chaos” written by Dutch writer, traveller, and teacher Gerard Nolst Trenité.

This is a classic English poem containing about 800 of the worst irregularities in English spelling and pronunciation!!!

Dearest creature in Creation,
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy;
Tear in eye, your dress you’ll tear;
So shall I!

Oh, hear my prayer.

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Pray, console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word.
Sword and sward, retain and Britain
(Mind the latter, how it’s written!)
Made has not the sound of bade,
Say-said, pay-paid, laid, but plaid.

Please enjoy and learn! We all are always have something to learn. Thank you for your smile and my hope that I open something new and fascinating for your mind!

Happy Knowledges!

A++ Excellent!

Hello God!

Thank you for Knowledge Day I celebrate every year.

The 1st of September is the Day when a new school year begins in Russia and former USSR countries. A teacher is unmistakably recognised by a lot of bouquets at the Day. I used to be a teacher of the piano and every first day of fall had meant a happy meetings with my new and continued students.

KnowledgeDayToday the Day means a new program of self education for me. By the very happy circumstances a new educational year begins from the Awards. My dear friend Brenda from friendlyfairytales.com has nominated me for the Excellence Award! The rules of nomination said to share something personal: I love the excellence awards! The previous award was the granted scholarship for postgraduate course in Political Science at the University of Manchester! Yes, I have the postgraduate diploma in Political Science. My dissertation was about “The Clash of Civilization” by S. Huntington.

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This year curriculum includes course in French and compulsory the piano lessons to restore my pianistic technique   to play Chopin’s Etude №12 “Revolutionary”. I will play this masterpiece for you!

The next nomination from my wonderful Brenda is Miracle Blogger Award. “You are Miracle” said Brenda to me. Thank you, my dear friend.

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As all Soviet children I went to school at the 1st of September in my first grade class. At the 2nd of September my father died. I was 6 y.o. You know I remember that day was not a tragic or painful. My child’s heart was just angry and misunderstanding: it was my second day in school, my younger sister was 18 month old, and our father died. What’s a ridiculous idea! But life is life, and life goes on. I understood and accepted it later. Perhaps my father’s death was the greatest Miracle and gift for me and my sister. Thank you, father.

The next nomination is from Belsbror. By accepting the Most Creative Blogger Award I need to provide my perspective on my creativity and my source of inspiration.

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The source of my Inspiration is in every moment I am breathing. Inspiration means breathing. My creativity deals with my daughter’s games and joys, my husband’s intelligence and sense of humor. We are blessed by Happiness and my great pleasure is in sharing it with You!!!

My nominees for the Trio of Awards:

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http://l2ee2l.wordpress.com

http://ladybluerose.wordpress.com

http://chandnilahoti.wordpress.com

http://simplyvegetarian777.wordpress.com

http://muscleheaded.wordpress.com

http://bizangelgirl55.wordpress.com

http://davidionelromulus.wordpress.com

http://ivonprefontaine.com

Thank You for you. You are A++!

Happy Clearness

Hello God!

Thank You for my happy Soviet school years. Perhaps you can catch some satirical notes in my statement, but I am serious I am happy to be educated in the USSR.

My school years cover the period from blooming to crashing the USSR (1981 – 1991). The same period defines the Cold War where USSR and USA were main enemies. My dear friend Sindy from USA has written in comment that she remembers from her childhood: “We were all raised with the threat of nuclear war.”

We were raised with the certain confidence we are the Peace (Makers and Givers) Angels . Of course the word “angel” was forbidden in the USSR due to there were no place for religions. What’s the advantage, I can afford to use the word in describing the Communist’s country now!

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I have met in a different opinions of clever people such as philosophers, sociologists, historians, that Soviet education was extremely politicized. I partly agree, because everything which is “extremely” too black or white.

Black and white was a comfortable conception Soviet propaganda used with great success. We, children, clearly understood who winner was. Additional politicizing was not necessary.

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Myth and Reality

The educational standards were high, even higher than in the modern ex-USSR countries. We were busy reading “War and Peace” by Tolstoy, by the way in the whole volume, and playing the favorite Lenin’s sonata “Appassionata” by Beethoven in musical school.

Did you know that foreign language was compulsory for learning from the 4th grade in Soviet school? German and English were popular due to historical reasons. Italian and French were for future artists and musicians.

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Be vigilant, people!

You see the posters from my school. We, Soviet children, had no chance to be frightened by our worst enemy USA. We were protected and happy because of this clearness of understanding.

You know to protect citizens is the main aim of every governments. What do we observe today?

Thank you for sharing this moment with me. I am happy to think with you.

Magic Tree

Hello God!

Thank You for today’s Inspiration. Today’s morning have presented to us something wonderful.

This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a freindly tree,
that is always watching over you.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realities,
And nevers become alwayses.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is where everything started.
It is the tree of life.

by Mia Ocean

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We were eating grapes when the idea was born.

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I with my daughter are creating a magic tree from empty bunch of grapes and modeling clay.

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We think a little glittering is beautiful.

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Red flowers are blooming on the tree.

And Pixie dust is necessary.

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To make this tree is easy and fun. You and your child will be happy if you try to create it.

Well, close your eyes and think about your Dream, as you know:

It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realities…