On My Favourite Books and Mr. Darcy

Read Pride and Prejudice. Now I’ve got my third favourite novel along with Wuthering Heights and The Thorn Birds. I cannot decide which one of them I prefer over the other.

Pride and Prejudice – my ideal romance and marriage mixed with charming humour.

Wuthering Heights – violent, crazy love of heroes raised out of hell, surrounded by wild nature and some Gothic motives of magical influence.

The Thorn Birds – contradiction of need and moral principles, duty and affection, religion and love.

I shall never forget that my perfect man is Mr. Darcy, as he has always been. But I want him sometimes to forget his high position at least for an instant and run away with me to the moors. So, a slight influence of Heathcliff would do no harm. But he can still be who he really is – just Mr. Darcy. I shall still love him more than anybody else.



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Driving Across Kent

Before my eyes – an endless road, an endless sky (its colour looks so special today – something between blue, green, and golden!), an endless row of surreal green trees and red bushes. In my ears – Sweet Dreams, Someone Like You, Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word, Can’t Fight the Moonlight, Everything Has Changed. In my hands – a necklace with a C hanging from the chain – just cannot stop squeezing it between my restless fingers. In my heart – the mood of awaiting happiness, because waiting for a miracle is more important than the miracle itself.


Life is a fairytale. Happy or sad – it still is. But the meaning of happiness and sadness is not certain at all. I need time to understand I am the princess in this fairytale. I do believe in fairytales. I always had. Love and Magic are ruling them, but they enter your life only when you learn to be happy.

I am sure that this drive is my first lesson.


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My First Morning in England

10.00 a.m., some time before landing, 

Here it is. I see it through the bluish clouds. England. Its hills. Its forests. Its lakes. Its moors. The most beautiful side of the paradise we call Earth.

We are closer. I can see the clouds flickering in a greenish lake. A white car moving down the road. Bushes growing at the pool. A parking lot. Two of them. Yellow and green grass.

10.10 a.m.

We’ve landed!!! It’s misty and cloudy, +16 degrees, but I’m happy!

10.45 a.m.

Travelling by Gatwick Express to Victoria Station. Green hills, green grass, green trees running before my eyes. Everything is so green it makes me think of eternal happiness.


I am thinking of all the wonders I am going to see here. There is a trip to Hever Castle planned in the next two days, really eager to go, although many people have warned me against it, saying that I might become the seventh wife of Henry VIII, but I’m so curious to the Anne Boleyn’s place that no strange jokes from my friends’ side will prevent me going there.


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