Posts Tagged ‘feelings’


November 11, 2015

2015-11-11Judge-2Judge was the best trooper the West Deptford police department in New Jersey (U.S.A.) had ever had. Not every policeman could boast Judge’s career.  Within six years of the service there were 152 arrests to Judge’s credit. Thanks to him, three cars and the money to the amount of $47,000 were returned to their owners, and three criminals were disarmed right in the streets of the town in broad daylight.

Judge was a German shepherd dog. The time of his service was from 2007 till 2013. Then he was removed from the job due to problems with his teeth. He could hardly eat his food or chew his favourite toy. Last June there came a cruel diagnosis: cancer. The dog had several tumours, which brought his survival chances down to zero.

2015-11-11Judge-1A few days ago Judge was put to sleep. But not before the policemen of the New Jersey township had given their last farewell to him. The police arrived at the Swedesboro Animal Hospital, where Judge had been receiving his treatment, a few minutes before Judge and his caretaker came there. The policemen lined up and Judge passed between the two rows of his former colleagues. That was his last route (

I believe Judge understood what was happening.



September 20, 2012

Little Sophia’s behavior is often characterized by persistent refusals (without apparent reasons) to act on suggestions and orders of others. The family takes it easy: Sophia’s father (my son) was also a negativist when he was two years old, but now he is most delicate and considerate in his relationship with other people.

The family lives in a multi-language atmosphere. Generally, they speak Ukrainian at home, Sophia’s elder sister Maya attends an English-language school, and Sophia also chatters in English with her little friend Izzy on the playground. The German language is cultivated too: the mother of the family is fluent in it and Maya frequents a German Sunday school. So, whenever Sophia wants to reject something, she uses the Ukrainian “NEE” talking to her parents, the German NEIN is used in her address to Maya and the categorical English NO – while speaking with Izzy.

Once Sophia was extremely angry. The word “angry” may be the mildest term: Sophia was maddened and wrathful, enraged and furious, frantic and frenzied… Voicing her indignation to Mum, she raised her feelings to the third power exploiting all the languages she knew: “No! Nein!! Nee!!!”


June 16, 2012

Things and people become often more attractive and meaningful when viewed in a broader context. The Earth looks beautiful from space, but a person who finds himself in the center of a natural or man-made disaster in any part of this planet, will hardly agree with the aforementioned beauty. Likewise, in some situations it would be better to have more general knowledge of a person than to be put into possession of their personal data. I was, to some extent, disappointed when the Internet informed the EURO-2012 followers that the six-year-old, who was so genuinely jubilant about the goal scored by the Ukrainian team (see my previous blog), has a concrete name and that his father is a parliamentarian. Two years ago the father changed his original political party affiliation described on the ballot paper at the time he had been elected. Usually, such defections are done in the Ukrainian parliament because a huge sum of money (millions of dollars) has been offered to the defector, and the turncoat receives a bad press. With this knowledge about the father and son, hundreds of Internet comments made a dead set on the boy saying that he will become the same renegade as his dad, or sniping about the price of the tickets for the VIP-box where the boy was sitting.

I keep looking at the boy “from space.” I like his innocence and the spontaneity of his emotion. Besides, what is very meaningful for me, while being interviewed by a Ukrainian-speaking journalist the boy was answering in Ukrainian (his mother wasn’t able to speak it). And what a pretty mistake the boy made! When asked who had scored the goal, he answered it was TARAS Shevchenko (the greatest Ukrainian poet), confusing the name with that of ANDRIY Shevchenko, the top footballer.

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