A good deeds craftsman for hire.

Looking for someone kind and sincere, hoping to find this way a long-term, genuine friendship.

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(Girls with dignity only! -P)

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In other words, I feel rather optimistic over this matter. -)

Life, Everything and the Universe; figure skating; psychology; taking neighbours' cats off trees; good people.

Hayao Miyazaki, Bong Joon-ho (봉준호), Song Kang-ho (송강호), Studio Ghibli, Wong Kar-wai.

살인의 추억
天然コケッコー
花樣年華
Kiki's Delivery Service
Porco Rosso

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Mostly Russian classics. Bulgakov, Kuprin, Strugatskie.​..

"When you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you". - Friedrich Nietzsche

"No, no, grandpa. You will forgive me, but I
think that it is your outraged feelings that still speak
in you. . . . You transfer your unfortunate experience
to the rest of mankind. Take Vasya and me, for
instance. You would not call our married life unfortu-
nate, would you?"

Anosov was silent for a long time. Then he said
slowly, almost unwillingly:​

"Well..​. let us say... that you are an excep-
tion... But look, why do most people marry?
Take a woman. She is ashamed of remaining an old
maid when all her friends are married. She does not
want to remain a burden on her family, wants to be
independent,​ to live for herself... And then, of
course, there is the purely physiologica​l necessity of
motherhood. Men have other motives. In the first
place, he is tired of single life, of lack of order in his
room, of restaurants,​ dirt, cigarette-st​umps, torn
clothes, debts, unceremoniou​s friends, and so on.
In the second place, it is better, healthier, and more
economical to live a family life. In the third place,
he thinks of the possible children, and says to himself:
'I shall die, but a part of me will still remain behind.' ...Something​ like the illusion of immortality.​
Then, again, there is the temptation of innocence, as
with me, for instance. Sometimes men think of the
dowry. But where is love, disintereste​d, self-sacrifi​c-
ing, expecting no reward — the love about which it has
been said that it is 'more powerful than death'?
Where is the love, for which it is joy, and not labor,
to make a sacrifice, give up life, surfer pains? Wait,
wait, Vera, I know that you are going to tell me about
your Vasya. Yes, I like him. He is a good fellow.
And, perhaps, in the future, his love will appear in
the light of great beauty. But, think of the kind of
love I mean. Love must be a tragedy, the greatest
mystery in the world ! No life comforts, calculations​,
or compromises must ever affect it."

"Did you ever see such love, grandpa?"​ asked
Vera quietly.

"No,"​ said the old man decisively. "I do know of
two cases somewhat like it, though. Still, one of them
was the result of foolishness,​ and the other... of
weakness. I'll tell you about them, if you like. It
won't take long."

"Please​, grandpa."​
<...>
"Grandp​a, and have you met any women who
really loved?"​

"Oh, yes, surely, Vera. And I'll say even more.
I am sure that every woman is capable of the loftiest
heroism in her love. When she kisses a man, embraces
him, becomes his wife, she is already a mother. If
she loves, love for her is the whole purpose of life, the
whole universe. It is not her fault that love has
assumed such disgusting forms and has become
degraded simply to a small amusement, a sort of
convenience.​ It is men's fault, for they become
satiated at twenty, and live on, with bodies like those
of chickens, and souls like those of hares, incapable
of powerful desires, of heroic deeds, of adoration
before love. People say that it was different before.
And if it wasn't, did not the best human minds and
souls dream of it — the poets, the novelists, the artists,
the musicians? A few days ago, I read the story of
Manon Lescaut and Cavalier de Grieux. . . . Would
you believe me that I wept over it ? Now tell me truly,
doesn't every woman, in her inmost soul, dream of
such a love, which is all-forgivin​g, modest, self-sacri-
ficing, self-denying?"​

"Oh, surely, surely, grandpa..."​