Adventures
Kazakhstan
in Kazakh language
there is no "I love you"
there is "I see you"
it's definitely true and beautiful
there is no "I love you"
there is "I see you"
it's definitely true and beautiful
Kazakhs are really stern. No, they are quite nice, friendly, childishly naive, but stern. It is strange to expect different from people who live on a flat, deserted, stony table, an area of several thousand square kilometers and blown by hurricane, evil winds. In the summer it is sandstorms. In winter - snowstorms. Annual temperature fluctuations of 100 degrees. From -50 to +50.
I know that fear and predisposition of the mind to cycles cause a human life. Define his daily life. His place to live and occupation. People living in Kazakhstan are tied to him, like a dog to a bowl, which is filled with a host twice a day.
But Kazakhstan is the place you wants to leave once and for ever. Send it to the past, make a memory and betray eternity. There is no natural beauty that is imprinted in the memory by the delight of the soul. It has many beautiful details. Spring steppe blooming with a rainbow. Balls tumbleweed. Gophers. And all this is fleeting. And all this fades before the trails of life. The stern steppe life of the settled nomads.
We sincerely wish every inhabitant of this branch of natural hell on the planet to find the strength and motivation to leave such unfavorable places for life. Because the whole Earth is our mutual home. And there is no objective reasons to live in the worst of his rooms.
But Kazakhstan is the place you wants to leave once and for ever. Send it to the past, make a memory and betray eternity. There is no natural beauty that is imprinted in the memory by the delight of the soul. It has many beautiful details. Spring steppe blooming with a rainbow. Balls tumbleweed. Gophers. And all this is fleeting. And all this fades before the trails of life. The stern steppe life of the settled nomads.
We sincerely wish every inhabitant of this branch of natural hell on the planet to find the strength and motivation to leave such unfavorable places for life. Because the whole Earth is our mutual home. And there is no objective reasons to live in the worst of his rooms.
Serpendester
We are walking through the territory of the Polytechnic University of Karaganda and looking at freshly repaired, five-story-rectangular building that is crowned with huge letters.
Beautiful Kazakh girl Asem is with us. She is a talented artist who painted our portraits and through them showed us state of our souls at that time, which is a miracle by itself. The same time she is yogini, by her example she showed how softly and without violence one can develop himself in yoga asanas and make the body alive, mobile, stretched in all directions.
We are walking through the territory of the Polytechnic University of Karaganda and looking at freshly repaired, five-story-rectangular building that is crowned with huge letters.
Beautiful Kazakh girl Asem is with us. She is a talented artist who painted our portraits and through them showed us state of our souls at that time, which is a miracle by itself. The same time she is yogini, by her example she showed how softly and without violence one can develop himself in yoga asanas and make the body alive, mobile, stretched in all directions.
- What does it mean Serpenderster? - we asked her. She only spread her arms with ,a smile. Governors if these places are made up of a new Kazakh language, according to the experience of Chinese neighbours. Spontaneously and without warning.
Asem did not download the latest updates, that time of the day and year university was like a dessert, but suddenly two young black Kazakhs came out to from this building, whom we stopped with the same question.
Asem did not download the latest updates, that time of the day and year university was like a dessert, but suddenly two young black Kazakhs came out to from this building, whom we stopped with the same question.
- In this renovated building, - one of them sedately began to talk, that who knew Russian better,
- there will be a hostel for new students from the glorious city of Shimkent.
With these words, he finished his explanation of the meaning of the word Serpendester, finding it sufficient, and left us.
We all laughed-out-loud, we came to the conclusion that Serpendester (oh! how these chopped sounds caress our ears) is the name of a new point for satisfying the inescapable demand for marijuana. Because the glorious city of Shymkent is located in close proximity to the famous Chui Valley, and numerous, but not rich students from this southern region need something to eat.
- there will be a hostel for new students from the glorious city of Shimkent.
With these words, he finished his explanation of the meaning of the word Serpendester, finding it sufficient, and left us.
We all laughed-out-loud, we came to the conclusion that Serpendester (oh! how these chopped sounds caress our ears) is the name of a new point for satisfying the inescapable demand for marijuana. Because the glorious city of Shymkent is located in close proximity to the famous Chui Valley, and numerous, but not rich students from this southern region need something to eat.
Friends
We loved the city Karaganda. It smiled to us through its people, who are looking beyond the boarders of everyday life. It enrich us, as well as we did it too. For several years we passed through this country and left a mark on the hearts of people.
We are teachers of acrobatic yoga, do you remember?
Teachers and popularizers of this contact, trusting way to get know, yourself. This is a method to touch another person. This is a chance to be understood. It is such a close and heartly interaction, like dance and sex. Many of the Karaganda's people live in our hearts and memories.
Thank you guys for your being.
We are teachers of acrobatic yoga, do you remember?
Teachers and popularizers of this contact, trusting way to get know, yourself. This is a method to touch another person. This is a chance to be understood. It is such a close and heartly interaction, like dance and sex. Many of the Karaganda's people live in our hearts and memories.
Thank you guys for your being.
About Success
Zaire is young, silent, stocky and in his look and actions there is that thoroughness that you rarely see nowdays. His generation led from the vicinity of the glorious city of Shimkent, from an ancient family.
He gave a wonderful story. Almost parable.
Zaire is young, silent, stocky and in his look and actions there is that thoroughness that you rarely see nowdays. His generation led from the vicinity of the glorious city of Shimkent, from an ancient family.
He gave a wonderful story. Almost parable.
At one time, at the dawn of a new and declining past Iranians came to Turkestan. During the reign of the glorious warrior Timur. Around 1400th year.
They were craftsmen, masters of various skills. One of them stand out among others - his blue eyes at the night were looking into the past, and in the predawn time were weaving the patterns of the present. He did not see the future and didn't know for what he was grateful to his God.
He created a huge cauldron that is 2 tons of seven noble metals and flame, from the sounds of songs and the copuly of the homeland. The coins are throwing in that kazan into the famous mosque till nowadays.
Taikazan is decorated with inscriptions and among others there is the author's signature:
- Made by poor slave in need of omnipotent Allah,, master Abd al-Aziz, the son of master Sharaf ad-din Tabrizi.
They were craftsmen, masters of various skills. One of them stand out among others - his blue eyes at the night were looking into the past, and in the predawn time were weaving the patterns of the present. He did not see the future and didn't know for what he was grateful to his God.
He created a huge cauldron that is 2 tons of seven noble metals and flame, from the sounds of songs and the copuly of the homeland. The coins are throwing in that kazan into the famous mosque till nowadays.
Taikazan is decorated with inscriptions and among others there is the author's signature:
- Made by poor slave in need of omnipotent Allah,, master Abd al-Aziz, the son of master Sharaf ad-din Tabrizi.
As time went on, the cauldron regularly rang like a bell for each coin that struck its sloping sides and during the times that replaced the communist experiment, that flourished, matured and faded away on these seven-winding lands, Taikazan visited the Hermitage in the north cultural capital of the Russian Empire.
Zaip kept telling this story, sat in front of me on the tabouret and sighting throwing potato peelings in the bucket. So later, his relatives, his kinsfolk, blood from the blood of that master, claimed the relics from the Hermitage and the rulers of the Empire. And got it.
On the 600th anniversary of the returned Taikazan, every single representative of this family came together - about 2,000 people. Zaire was impressed by the large number of his relatives.
Zaip kept telling this story, sat in front of me on the tabouret and sighting throwing potato peelings in the bucket. So later, his relatives, his kinsfolk, blood from the blood of that master, claimed the relics from the Hermitage and the rulers of the Empire. And got it.
On the 600th anniversary of the returned Taikazan, every single representative of this family came together - about 2,000 people. Zaire was impressed by the large number of his relatives.
Our conversation, which has enriched me with parables and a new look at simple things, began with the fact that Zaire asked how I became a wandering yogi from a businessman.
I described to him my vision of success, which in Russian launguge comes from the words "to be in time" and "to be in hurry." So the most miserable of the blinded is a man who has achieved success. Because while you are on the path to success, you still believe, hope that success will bring you satisfaction, satiate your thirst and life will become joyful and safe.
But when you achieved it, you become not only the slave of your success, but you also clearly understand that joy is momentary on this wat, as falling in love. You cannot talk about any safety. The world of success becomes clear to the person who has achieved the desired trait, and beyond this trait it is seen as even more dangerous than before.
I described to him my vision of success, which in Russian launguge comes from the words "to be in time" and "to be in hurry." So the most miserable of the blinded is a man who has achieved success. Because while you are on the path to success, you still believe, hope that success will bring you satisfaction, satiate your thirst and life will become joyful and safe.
But when you achieved it, you become not only the slave of your success, but you also clearly understand that joy is momentary on this wat, as falling in love. You cannot talk about any safety. The world of success becomes clear to the person who has achieved the desired trait, and beyond this trait it is seen as even more dangerous than before.
And Zaire said.
He said his grandfather worked as a miner and earned good money. The grandfather was hardworking, fulfilled and overfulfilled the plan, was respected by his colleagues and was in good standing with the authorities. It was a success.
When he received remuneration for his work, he gathered together relatives in the village and gave them money, leaving only a part to himself. Zaire's grandfather shared his success, because success is a power that is easily crippled. His grandfather used the gift of success in such a way that it made him stronger.
He said his grandfather worked as a miner and earned good money. The grandfather was hardworking, fulfilled and overfulfilled the plan, was respected by his colleagues and was in good standing with the authorities. It was a success.
When he received remuneration for his work, he gathered together relatives in the village and gave them money, leaving only a part to himself. Zaire's grandfather shared his success, because success is a power that is easily crippled. His grandfather used the gift of success in such a way that it made him stronger.
After his grandfather reached retirement age and forever soaked with coal dust and oil of mining lights, he went to hajj, which he had been thinking about long time, and asked Allah's permission before the sacred stone. After came backhe with trebled diligence studied religious Islamic works. And he became a mullah.
It was a success again. And again he shared his success, as before with coal, bloodshed money.
He gathered around him people who eagerly followed the strong, respected and wise mullah, who explained to them the basics of the scripture and what was said in between the lines.
This man has known several facets of the Universe system and now has shared this knowledge. Always shared what he owned.
It was a success again. And again he shared his success, as before with coal, bloodshed money.
He gathered around him people who eagerly followed the strong, respected and wise mullah, who explained to them the basics of the scripture and what was said in between the lines.
This man has known several facets of the Universe system and now has shared this knowledge. Always shared what he owned.
I listened in silence, watching the flights of potato chips being sent on a short trip with a sharp and dexterous knife.
I kept silent and felt in gratitude for this perspective, this simple and clear example of worldly wisdom.
My success and relationship with him lay in a completely different plane.
I grew up in a world where people eat people, and they only read about love in novels, muddling up it with fleeting sex or teenage love woven from antics, omissions and complexes.
Where people share only pain and disease, look frowningly and in a sweaty from the sticky, eternal fear hand queeze knife, plunged by the rusty web.
I kept silent and felt in gratitude for this perspective, this simple and clear example of worldly wisdom.
My success and relationship with him lay in a completely different plane.
I grew up in a world where people eat people, and they only read about love in novels, muddling up it with fleeting sex or teenage love woven from antics, omissions and complexes.
Where people share only pain and disease, look frowningly and in a sweaty from the sticky, eternal fear hand queeze knife, plunged by the rusty web.
Almaty
There are cities that are located in the foothills of mountains, the tops of which are crowned with snow caps surrounded by centuries-old fir trees. Such as Bishkek, Tehran and Almaty.
The city itself is located in the pit, a natural relief formation. At the time of the founding of the settlement, this was the right decision to protect the inhabitants from the hellish winds, that we already mentioned before. But now in the era of gasoline engines this is a gas chamber.
There are cities that are located in the foothills of mountains, the tops of which are crowned with snow caps surrounded by centuries-old fir trees. Such as Bishkek, Tehran and Almaty.
The city itself is located in the pit, a natural relief formation. At the time of the founding of the settlement, this was the right decision to protect the inhabitants from the hellish winds, that we already mentioned before. But now in the era of gasoline engines this is a gas chamber.
Chinese visas are already glued in our passports. We live in a house located on a mountain. It is a wide 70-km peaked green-white ridge that separates Almaty from Issyk-Kul Lake. We live with a view at the cultural capital of this country.
November. Snowing. We are waiting. Locals say that the snow will end very soon, that it is not right time for snow yet, that the sun would return the golden autumn and we will be able to continue our journey. We are waiting for the sun and the gold of autumn. China is waiting for us.
Two weeks later fluffy snowflakes continued to write patterned circles, we already made for the road our first honey-walnut spread, and it became unbearably boring to wait. We went to the road, raised our hands and hitchhiked to China.
November. Snowing. We are waiting. Locals say that the snow will end very soon, that it is not right time for snow yet, that the sun would return the golden autumn and we will be able to continue our journey. We are waiting for the sun and the gold of autumn. China is waiting for us.
Two weeks later fluffy snowflakes continued to write patterned circles, we already made for the road our first honey-walnut spread, and it became unbearably boring to wait. We went to the road, raised our hands and hitchhiked to China.
