Alena Borisova

I’m a cheerful fatalist. I believe in fate and everything that is wonderful. And the philosophy of my life proves it and gives me more power to think so.

The more difficult ordeal is, the bigger reward is. This is the law of life.

People are very much afraid of being happy. Judging by their past experience, or friends’ experience, or some woman’s or man’s experience they think it should be like this and no that. But everyone has its own different happiness.

The men are great! They’re wonderful! I appreciate their wisdom, their ability to help with advice. Not long ago I heard a great idea that men are terrible romantics and women are pragmatics. And if you look at them like that they seem very very cute guys: such teddy bears, doughnuts…

The fact that men are strong invented men themselves. But women know they’re much more stronger. I’m absolutely convinced that women rule the world and always did. Men and women just play their own games. One should just accept the rules and respect them.

The only man who deserves me is the one I could love. If I love him he deserves it.

I’d like to be a sloth for a day. They’re cute. Or to be a hamster.

It seems to me that it’s too much myself for me, so I can share myself with people without any problem.

I’m for death penalty. I’m for no weak elements in this system.

Beautiful things are the things you want to look at or touch. But external, physical beauty is nothing. It doesn’t work for long, it has a very short use-by date. But I know how difficult it is to start communicating with people when you have appearance problems. That’s why I respect more unattractive people who achieved something then just attractive ones.

Beauty is your credit of trust that you’re given and should use very skillfully.

I’m a risky person. So I try not to gamble at all.

I always bet. I bet some food, a kick, money, who’ll go and bring a breakfast, who and what will wear today. I like betting. Without any reason. Just for interest.

I want badly to get old! It’s one of my dreams. I want to be a small old lady in a milk-colored dress with a kerchief on the neck, sitting and waiting for my grandsons, and my grandpa to sit with me, rolling some cigarette and we to read some sentimental magazines and to watch again old films. I look forward to being old. It’s the time just for you, you can take your time, be yourself and enjoy the results of your life.

Most of all I like painting people. I like depicting their drawbacks, wretchedness, some miserable people…I try to express what they feel. It’s somehow a psychological portrait. Just on the paper.

Recently I’ve fallen in love with life. It’s amazing! I believe that we descend from something beautiful, not from monkeys. And if God created us in His image and likeness, we’re a priori beautiful. In a global way it means that everything will be all right. And all the problems we have we created ourselves with our reaction to them.

I’m Leo. But with my fatalism I don’t look much like Leo. They’re sharper, harsher and more impulsive. I’m not like this but I’m too selfish. It appears even in the fact that I like to help people. But I help them because I like to do it, not because they really need it.

You can live without money. But if you have it, it’s just an additional comfort and an extra bag.