Sometimes Naive, Or Maybe Just Too Trusting I Am. Funny, I Guess.

Prima ballerina assoluta🧡

Happy heavenly birthday, Maya Mikhailovna Plisetskaya🩷

My gift for friends and relatives this year ☺️

I don't think I've ever baked so many cookies, and it all started in mid-December. I even sent them by post 🥲

And baking cookies was also the inspiration for a scene in one of my stories ✨

One frosty morning 🩵❄️

My inspiration for the Chapter 15 of the story "Trying to remember" 🩷

Just a snapshot, but I have so many questions...

... Who's driving this car... Is it a man or a woman?

... Whether he/she is on the way home or to work in the evening shift...

... Or maybe he/she is in a hurry to hug someone...

... Or maybe just driving around town listening to music...

... Maybe holding back laughter or swallowing tears...

Sometimes I just want to write a story and know it will have a happy ending 💛

Saturday morning 🩵❄️⛸️

Do you need a ride, Honey?" my friend asks me.

"No," I refuse and explain with a smile, "I'm walking, I haven't walked today, especially look how sunny it is..."

It had been snowing since the morning and the sky was grey....

It took me half an hour to get home, I couldn't get my phone out of my hands and of course I left my gloves somewhere (hopefully at guests and not in a taxi).

I hesitantly froze near the icicles, they were so beautiful in the sunshine, but this ugly lattice ...

"Take this photo, girl, look, what a nice sunny shot," a woman in a green coat said to me, smiling and passing by. I smile back and think, "Well, really, without that lattice there would be no beauty at all..." ❄️💛

Long morning ... ☀️

Love weekend for this... 💛

At the exhibition 🎨🖌️Avant-garde art🔴