Retail Therapy...??

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok ok I know I've been pretty damn lucky Daddy's upped my budget for a new darling best friend luvva (cello la!) but haihh all this hassle of trying cello after cello after cello is starting to be seriously draining. Manchester's seriously screwed up - only THREE relatively accessible string dealers! Oh maannn, the time and energy involved travelling further afield. Suppose it'd be even more of a headache if my budget still stayed at 1K. On the other hand, I feel far more pressured and obligated to be darn sure about a cello before saying yes...

Discovered Pushkin's poetry! Dunno why I'm so into poetry this month... never really gotten into it before.


Alexander Pushkin - Day's Rain is Done

Day's rain is done. The rainy mist of night
Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,
And through the pine-trees, like a ghost appearing,
  The moon comes up with hidden light.
All in my soul drags me to dark surrender.
There, far away, rises the moon in splendour.
There all the air is drunk with evening heat,
There move the waters in a sumptuous heat,
  And overhead the azure skies...
It is the hour. From high hills she has gone
To sea-shores flooding in the waves' loud cries;
  There, where the holy cliffs arise,
Now she sits melancholy and alone...
Alone... Before her none is weeping, fretting,
None, on his knees, is kissing her, forgetting;
Alone... To no one's lips is she betraying
Her shoulders, her wet lips, her snow-white bosom.

No one is worthy of her heavenly love.
'Tis true?... Alone... You weep... I do not move.

Yet if...


Waaah the sheer atmosphere of it.  Love the intensity of the imagery, such
lush decription of the moon as a sublime, cold and lonely woman.  Photo above
of our last night in France this year. Anyways, gonna call it a day.  Waking
up early to spend the day in Stone, Staffordshire.
It'd better be one bright glorious day...