Tatyana Binovskaya Art
The last week of August can be called more bearable. The air temperature is gradually dropping. We still sleep under the fan, it is impossible to do otherwise. But the onset of autumn is just around the corner and it … Читать далее
How I love walking along our embankment. I love doing it at any time of the year, especially when the weather and the elements manifest themselves in full force. Admire these hanging clouds filled with life-giving moisture. What happiness it … Читать далее
We spent the whole week working and worrying, and that’s the best thing! The main thing is to be needed and busy. I had a short break in my creative work, but yesterday I started a new painting! I’m starting … Читать далее
We have very interesting news this week. Our Marseille, with dad and Theo, flew to Europe! Marcel passed the test for admission to the University of Vienna. Our girl, if everything goes well, is going on a long voyage – … Читать далее
I don’t have any particularly interesting news from Limassol today. Summer continues. Yesterday morning on the beach where I go every morning to swim, right by the shore I saw a strange thing. At first I thought it was a … Читать далее
July has ended. It is hot in Limassol and there is not even a hint of rain, like a relief. Happiness will now be a temperature of 35 degrees. In the mornings, now even earlier, I go to the sea … Читать далее
What news would you like? News that we are experiencing unrelenting heat, and it has been going on for three months now? News that we sit all day long under a fan and at night under an air conditioner? I … Читать далее
I want to tell you that in the month of July it will be exactly one year since I have been studying Greek on my own. In the photo I will show you deposits of pieces of paper with Greek … Читать далее
Lord, how I miss my home and my work! I find the photos and cry. I want to go home unbearably, although I understand in my mind that I am very afraid. I live here, living day after day with … Читать далее
Despite the fact that this week we had a holiday, our youngest in the family, Georgiy, turned 9 years old and we celebrated this. And all my thoughts and feelings were in our long-suffering Ukraine. On July 8, the nonhumans … Читать далее