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Last Updated: 9/20/2009

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009 
2:08 PM 
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Saturday, September 26, 2009 

Current mood:  sad
6:19 PM 
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Sunday, September 20, 2009 
Waiting... I'm waiting for you! Listen to my new Symphony in Trance album here:
www.ultramax-music.com/samples/UltraMax_Symphony_in_Trance.m3u
5:55 PM 
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Saturday, September 19, 2009 
After 9 month (almost like a pregnancy) the new album - Symphony in Trance - is complete! Listen it here: http://www.ultramax-music.com/SymphonyinTrance/SymphonyinTrance.shtml

I think I should have a CD release party in October. Any thoughts?
4:20 AM 
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Thursday, June 18, 2009 
We often do not appreciate little things that mean so much to others. It took my grandfather’s last days to make me understand.
My story begins in May 2006 when I had a spat with my father over my in-laws. Family rivalry runs deep… To mend the hearts I decided to make a surprise call on my parents in Russia who were certain that they would not see me that year. Only my grandfather knew they I would but no one believed him. So I flew from State College to Smolensk in a surprise visit. My father was taken aback and overjoyed, all differences instantly forgotten. My grandfather was right – I did come back.
Things went differently that year. As usually I cleaned my grandparents’ house: vacuumed the ceiling from decade old cobwebs, shaved off the grease from kitchen countertops, and made the loose door steps navigable for grandfather’s crutches. Then I gave Nazar a clean shave, trimmed his hair and nails. I have been gone for ten years and this was my yearly routine. Though my parents lived nearby they rarely called on their old folks.
I grew up with my grands and it pained me to see their sorry state. So that summer I decided to do everything my grandfather wanted. And he always wanted me to drive his Oka – a puny two-seater given by the government to disabled WWII vets. For years I resisted but not this time. It took me 40 minutes to combat the clutch and much to my grandfather’s joy pull out of the garage (my father who happened to approach the house at that very moment relived a second shock).
And so the next day we drove to Sapsho. Nazar always wanted to go to the lake, not for its scenery but to check on the bricks that he lent to my father for construction. Since the bricks were never repaid Nazar wanted to see where his investment went as his previous requests for explanation were denied. But not this time: we squeezed into Oka and drove 60 miles to Sapsho. Nazar saw the house finished with his bricks and was pleased.
When I drove him back Nazar insisted that I take his wooden-soled boots, the ones he cherished for 40 years and never wore. For the first time in 10 years I gave in and thanked him for the gift. Unexpectedly he offered that I take with me to America his grandfather’s clock, a true family relic with chimes, bulky and fragile. I heeded to his will. Then I gave him a bath and groomed him again.
That night my mother relived me of my duty staying with grandparents: my grandma was coughing all nights and rats wee making such a havoc in the kitchen that I did not sleep. She phoned us in the morning, crying. When we got there we found him wearing his best jacket face down on the floor. I washed the blood off him and poured the pink under the birch tree in front of his home. He was ready. His dreams were fulfilled, and he was right about me: I did come back, even though for a while.
4:20 PM 
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Monday, April 06, 2009 

Current mood:  intense
Вот она моя мечта
Лежит на кровати, как раздетая женщина.
Такая близкая, такая доступная,
Протяни лишь руку, и она твоя!
Скользни к ней под одеяло
И прижмись к тёплому телу,
И больше ничего не надо…
Но эта женщина – нарисованная.
Лишь сюжет на картине.
Перед которой я стою
С одеялом в руке
И довольно жалким видом,
Один, в пустой комнате.
Таким вы меня и запомните.
Каждый день я смотрю на свою мечту.
Она всё такая же стройная и идеальная.
А меня с каждым днем все меньше.
Даже картину видно хуже.
В одеяле уже появились дыры,
И я купил себе новое.
Но мечта все еще старая,
Только она молода, а старею я.
Остается лишь лечь спать.
Одному, на холодную кровать.
А на утро купить краски,
И нарисовать себя, сидящим рядом с мечтой,
Такой молодой, абсолютно нагой.
Раз это возможно в красках,
Значит я тюбик
Из которого
День за днём
Выдавливают мечту.
День за днём
Мазок за мазком.
Капля за каплей.
Я ложусь на холст.
2:37 PM 
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Saturday, March 28, 2009 
That who believes that he is absoltely right is likely to be absolutely wrong; it is only that who admits that he may be wrong has a chance to be right.
5:35 PM 
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009 

Current mood:  angsty

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Завидую мёртвым,  у них нет проблем –....

Истленье в бесполом экстазе....

Блаженней, чем жизни томительный плен,....

Дефект заточённый в алмазе…....

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Земля повернётся на двадцать витков –....

Всё ближе моё исцеленье....

От узости чуждых мечтам дураков,....

Что жизни сковали движенье.....

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Гнетущие стены промасленных дней,....

Что мы населяем как тени....

Испятнаны бликами тусклых огней....

Ушедших надежд и стремлений…....

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Мне больно без кожи во мраке стоять....

Как пугало для назиданий,....

Но втрое больнее надежду отдать....

Под пыткой судьбы испытаний!....

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Я жив или мёртв?.. Не могу отступить!....

Сомнений гудит эскадрилья…....

О, боже, как тошно в смирении жить!....

Мечтам укорачивать крылья!......

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Снаружи в трясине густой пустоты....

Безглавое тычется племя....

В надменном оргазме своей правоты....

И гордо смеётся над всеми…....

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И я посмеюсь из могилы своей....

Когда снизойдёт откровенье,....

И книгу сплету из непрожитых дней....

Скреплённых иглой вдохновенья.....

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17 марта 2009 г.....

2:37 PM 
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009 

Current mood:  aggravated
Category: Life
I am tired of talking to fools and to the blind. Everyone thinks they know something, when in fact they don't. I do not pretend to know or understand things myself; but at least I can acknoledge the fact.
Besides one cannot blame people for being nearsighted or narrow-minded. I too cannot brag the possesion of foresight or superrior intelligence. After all I may be just as blind and narrow-minded as the poeple I blame.
But at least I admit that. In the meanwhile I am really tired of talking to the fools and to the blind.
10:12 PM 
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009 
Tried something different last night:
www.ultramax-music.com/ultramax_the_heart_of_china.mp3
A little bit of ethnic sound in a big beat style. Comments are exceedingly welcome.
MAX
5:34 PM 
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