ceturtdiena, 2011. gada 8. septembris

Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Today I wanted to write a post with photos & other stuff (as always), but I simply can't, as since yesterday evening I'm only thinking about Yaroslavl Lokomotiv hockey team. I think everyone knows, what happened yesterday at 16:05.
I had lectures until 8 p.m., and at the time they crashed I was sitting and waiting for a lecture, and had a really strange feeling. Then I came home, and dad & mum asked me, do I know Lokomotiv hockey team. `Yeah,` I answered. `Great team with many great players, I loved them when they played in KHL.` - `Well, they're all gone...`
Life is unfear. As someone said, God needed a hockey team and he picked the best one. Of course, I didn't knew all players of this team, especially Russian, but I loved so many players from other countries. Pavol Demitra (Slovakia). Jan Marek (Czech Republic). Karel Rachunek (Czech Republic). Josef Vasicek (Czech Republic). They all were my favourite players in their national teams. And, of course, our beloved Iron Man Kārlis Skrastiņš (Latvia).
Condolences to all relatives and fans.
We'll miss you.

2 komentāri:

  1. да..
    эта минута молчание во всем ледовом...
    это просто...

    один,который выжил...лежит в маминой больнице...с ужасными ожогами...ну моя мама и сказала,надежд мало на то,что он выживет..
    ожогов 90%..

  2. Да уж, с такими ожогами очень мало шансов... но надо надеяться, что они всё же есть...
    Минута молчания - это было очень эмоционально... мне ведь после этого лета казалось, что я уже такая "пофигистка", дальше некуда. А тут - даже родители так странно смотрели, будто бы я совсем "съехала". Но как тут можно остаться без эмоций?


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