February 16th 2006 - February 16th 2009, Three years after Evgeni's Olympic victory

in my drink he is the straw

come on ceconi, is tallin further than prague??I want you to come!

While you did not say me, I dont see so ... and now you have me scared





Yes, is further ... more than double!

http://www.mapcrow.info/cgi-bin/cities_dis...ty4=-782664%2CP
Belgrade - Prague
Kilometers: 738.10

http://www.mapcrow.info/cgi-bin/cities_dis...ty4=9060334%2CT
Belgrade - Tallin
Kilometers: 1653.83




You go to Tallin?

yes but imagine, plushy lasts competition, if he gets back
of course i will go, and will scream until i have no voice!

You think: last competition... in Europe?

Beware the voice for Vancouver ... who knows?

P.S. Dimi, your montage on youtube not may find where is write in search: Plushenko... only full: Evgeni Plushenko

yes i know, why??i ve put tags

First day, I find with only: Plushenko... now...

Only if you rename video, to be the first word be: Plushenko

Wow. Three years have passed since then...? Time flies


We are all Solveig



Lyric of Solveig's song

The winter may pass and the spring disappear.
The spring disappear.
The summer too will vanish and then the year.
And then the year.
But this I know for certain: you'll come back again.
You'll come back again.
And even as I promised you'll find me waiting then.
You'll find me waiting then...

God help you when wand'ring your way all alone.
Your way all alone.
God grant to you his strength as you'll kneel at his throne.
As you'll kneel at his throne...




Edited by kudryavka - 21/2/2009, 15:09

We not just so "old"

(I dont know that someone wrote the words to the Grieg's tune... )

You recalled me on one song, which I had a hang on the doors of my rooms when I was teenager

Wait for Me

Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait with all you've got!
Wait, when dreary yellow rains
Tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast,
Wait when summer's hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don't arrive.
Wait, when those with whom you wait
Doubt if I'm alive.

Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost,
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost,
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend -
Wait! And do not drink with them!
Wait until the end!

Wait for me and I'll come back,
Dodging every fate!
"What a bit of luck!" they'll say,
Those that would not wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
How you got me through.
Simply - you knew how to wait -
No one else but you.

Konstantin Simonov, 1941.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wait_for_me_(poem)