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Hello evryone! My name is Alena and I'm a student from Russia (Moscow). I could say that photoshooting is my hobby but it also a part of my job. In addition i'm a model.
I study in University of Hospitality industry in final year. In my opinion hotel is a place filled with energy. Work in the hotel is not just a job, it's a whole life.
Poetry for me is not just a hobby. every time I try to feel every word, understand the thoughts and emotions of the author and then to implement them. It gives me new strength and inspiration to creativity.
I love to develop myself in different directions. another my hobby is psychology. without that I can't see my life today. psychology helps me in life: dealing with people, achieve my goals, or simply to cope with life's problems.
In conclusion I can say that people need to dream and to believe in this dream. As said Bo Bennett
I study in University of Hospitality industry in final year. In my opinion hotel is a place filled with energy. Work in the hotel is not just a job, it's a whole life.
Poetry for me is not just a hobby. every time I try to feel every word, understand the thoughts and emotions of the author and then to implement them. It gives me new strength and inspiration to creativity.
I love to develop myself in different directions. another my hobby is psychology. without that I can't see my life today. psychology helps me in life: dealing with people, achieve my goals, or simply to cope with life's problems.
In conclusion I can say that people need to dream and to believe in this dream. As said Bo Bennett
A dream becomes a goal when action is taken toward its achievement.
P. S. I'm additing one of my favorite poem ( Unfortunatly it's only in Russian)
В тот месяц май, в тот месяц мой
во мне была такая лёгкость
и, расстилаясь над землей,
влекла меня погоды лётность.
Я так щедра была, щедра
в счастливом предвкушенье пенья,
и с легкомыслием щегла
я окунала в воздух перья.
Но, слава Богу, стал мой взор
и проницательней, и строже,
и каждый вздох и каждый взлет
обходится мне всё дороже.
И я причастна к тайнам дня.
Открыты мне его явленья.
Вокруг оглядываюсь я
с усмешкой старого еврея.
Я вижу, как грачи галдят,
над черным снегом нависая,
как скушно женщины глядят,
склонившиеся над вязаньем.
И где-то, в дудочку дудя,
не соблюдая клумб и грядок,
чужое бегает дитя
и нарушает их порядок.
(Bella Akhmadulina 1959)
