четверг, 6 декабря 2012 г.

Tacit beauty. Katya.


We are not acquinted with Katya. She lives in Moscow and works in Moscow. I found her through facebook. Katya is something amazing, wild, sweet and of course I'am charmed by her appearance. I'am sure in this case her appearances are not deceptive and I think she has a rich inside world which she shows through her eyes.

С Катей я не знакома, она живет в Москве, там же и работает. Катю я нашла через facebook. Катя это нечто прекрасное, дикое, милое и конечно она очаровывает своей оболочкой. Я уверенна, что в ее случае внешность не обманчива и внутри у нее свой богатый мир, она о нем по-моему рассказывает через свои глаза.











You can look at her photos  here .

Me.


To be, or not to be - that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of trouble
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep -
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flash is heir to 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.