Julia Voitovsky biography

The Primorsovs said goodbye to the heroes of the Tiger detachment Currency Currency Currencies to the euro 93.61 rubles. Ian, 28 rubles. CNY 11.82 rubles. Julia Voitovskaya: Do not lose the secret of life in the crowd of your face - behind seven seals. What to write? Came - left. Or I was once, I will ever come to me someday, but I will not remain in your crazy mirrors with a reflection ...

All earthly life is concluded as a sign of a “dash”. Here the rose was alive - that burned ... And so at all times. Once I was born in the Far East in the family of a naval officer and teacher. They loved each other and built a house in an oak grove. Hedgehogs wandered around the house and the squirrels jumped. At the time of my birth, my father served in China, a photograph with a meaningless baby stood on his table seems to me, the soul wakes up later than the body.

I remember how it happened. I wandered with hedgehogs and squirrels, feeling like a giant when I saw the valley for the first time in my life. I rushed into the grass, so that my face was a member of him, and plunged into a state of absolute happiness. Since then I realized that I was not alone. There is a creature that is inexpressibly beautiful and hears me, and maybe even loves.

It blooms ... And adults are not the main ones here. They know nothing about the main thing, about the present ... And since then my whole life has become the expectation of a miracle. And miracles took place every day - otherwise I could die and not to grow where and not to realize why I am? .. Why is the secret of flowering to me more expensive than all the blessings of everyday life ...

The conflict was conceived at the very beginning. After all, I was born in the Soviet Union - a "separate country" and a closed city. The truth is buried under the everests of lies, falsehood, fear. No one says and is even afraid to think about what cannot be written in the newspaper. And everyone has long learned their roles: a happy childhood, cogs and wheels of the system ...

True beauty is banned ... And all the censors of all possible organs are frightened by any living thought and image ... The words “spirit” and “God” are removed from books and dictionaries. If I write a book about my earthly life, I will call it “dash”. My first prayer sounded like this: “I am little and a draw ... I was brought by the wind ...

I hold on to a thin spider web, and I swing like on a swing. God, if you are, make me so that I do not fall ... ”And so at all times. All this was many times. And we grow through asphalt, because a living lily of the valley is stronger than asphalt. And my strange real name, the surname of my father-Kazeko-sounds Japanese as a daughter of the wind ... Creativity fell on the children's head very early.

My inner life was and remains the only realness. All the others are to save the soul. Do not hide his good and grief. And surprise and reproach. Do not lose your face in the crowd. Kholes of the soul Holy Fire. Harmony is splashing and bitterness of truths. Gori, candle!