"Eating of Apple..."

My questions to you are multiplying and multiplying summing up in great numbers raised to the powers that I (like person who's been unable to learn the top of high mathematics) know nothing about... I put them all to folders... the folders I put on the shelves... And beware, as soon as I'll manage to get to you well and truly, I'll bring them down on you all at once... and you'll be answering and explaining everything about everyone until you'll become hoarse... Then I'll make the most delicate and most delicious tea and will be healing your throat... and after that, perhaps, will start it all over again...

I've read so many about Sparta... Spartans... history and a little bit around... something concerning personal guardians of King Leonidas that has nothing to do with the film and something about film that explaining Stelios not quite well... Even you yourself didn't manage to help me to understand this guy... Your best words about him stayed somewhere in the very first interview from the sets... After that his shadow in your words was becoming paler and paler until it turned into the light running in a circle back and forth in the Legendary leather Skinny about which ones dreamed so much plump ladies lying on the plump sofas and thinking: what it is really like, this Stelios' sebastianic sword and how it is convenient for it to lie in special Spartan panties... you were so serious and touching... you didn't have to think about the philosophical sense of the heroic deed of three hundred lonely warriors and its importance in the context of Xerxes' final defeat... You were catching the running around hero with the frayed ends of his cloak, and he looked back, smiled over his shoulder and allowed to see his soul... you do not believe in this now already?.. almost don't remember?.. but here there are, your own words, and it seems to me that no one ever said anything like that about Stelios:

"If you believe in something you can move mountains... I know that all Spartans are on that way, but I think he definately composes all those things... he's very spontaneous, very passionate and he's kind of a guy for whom this opportunity is a dream come true: to take part in such historic battle and go down with the names like Achilles..."

Now you remembered?... You hear, my love, how true and well it's been said?.. there's nothing more to need... you already made it all up, and all of this you lived through with Stelios till his last minute... put in him all the fervor and generosity of heart that you were able to gather within yourself, and he flashed and lit up like a torch that can light the way to the hundreds of people who trusted in it even if it is all alone in the night...

I will tell you now a piece of someone else's fairy tale that I never loved... maybe because of the cruelty, maybe because of pathos I found in it and that I failed to forgive... But seeing Stelios I almost unconscious said to myself: "He is the Heart of Sparta..." and next to this thought did steal into the memories quite an old story about one not very lucky hero named Danko, and I saw it with completely different eyes... And thank you and Stelios for this... It's always a pleasant thing to do: to admit your own mistakes when they are taking something from what was strongly rejected and adding to the amount of what can be understood and accepted, even if it won't become a "close" one...

Once-upon-a-time People have lived on earth... And came famine and darkness... And women and children cried... And elders that had to bring faith fell into doubt and anguish... People were strong, but more often cowardly words could have been heard among them... And fear, how we both know, my love, can destroy even the strongest... People who gave themselves at the mercy of panic are always doomed… and all of them would die... But raised Danko... He was young and very beautiful (just like your Stelios)... And told them:

- To the one who's doing nothing happens nothing but trouble... we won't be spending our strength on thoughts and anguish!.. The darkness and famine always have an end so there must the light somewhere... Let's come to it...
- Lead us! – said his People to him...

And Danko led them... But the way was getting harder... And People lose heart... and began to grumble blaming Danko for all their misfortunes... Darkness deepened, and from it looked at People something huge and mad... like a mere human fear... and a young man knew that, and was feel not angry but sorry, because it was his People... People he loved more than himself...

- What will I do for People? – shouted Danko...

and tore his chest, took his heart and raised it high above his head... It was burning bright as the sun... much more brighter than sun, because it was full of huge and true love, and what burns in us stronger than this?.. If, of course, our world has not completely forgotten that it still exist... The light scattered darkness and it flew away like thousands of black birds, and People saw the light of the sky before them and smelt the fresh air washed with rain... The steppe breathed with bitter smell of herbs, and river was shining with red in the distance... red-red... like blood that spurted from Danko's torn chest... He gave a proud gaze of a happy man to this New World, and then fell and died... he was a mere mortal... a hero maybe... maybe a fool... it's almost the same, my love, no?..

And what about People?.. People went further forgetting Danko and his heart... And only one cautious man noticed that it is still burning and trembling near the body like a fresh piece of coal... "What if something will happen?.." – he thought and quietly stepped on it... heart crumbled with bluish sparkles and went out...

Why I'm talking to you about this today?.. I don't know... It's just when I see Stelios I know for sure that to think about tightly filled leather panties when the matter is valor that will absolutely be crowned by death of a proud and beautiful man is very much like the long-unwashed foot that steps on something very good and true... or because of a strange enmity to something it can't understand, or because of the caution, and maybe just of the overfeeding with chocolate paste, cup cakes and ice cream… how do you think, the soul's laziness looks like foot long-unwashed because of physical laziness, or it's just my strange enmity to both these things?..

You know, it can be said a lot about Sparta... About its' history, laws, relations between sexes within Sparta itself, performance of religious rites in memory of fallen heroes, about music and dances... But it doesn't mean that we will be able to understand Stelios... He's just that man who, to save his people, won't be thinking a second to tore his chest, take off his heart (or liver... what we have the best to sacrifice for the sake of the other?) and will be happy with that even not having time to ask himself a question: are these people deserved it? Is they are worthy indeed of the sacrifice you have brought in the name of their further useless existence?..

I've not been able to answer to myself to any riddle of Stelios... I just want him to be... and that I could see him one more time... and then another one... like if nothing happened, and he's living somewhere with his family on the river bank... put the fishing net or graze goats... just feeling well, peaceful and happy... I even don't care that he will get old in a matter of time... this is not that bad too - to sit with him in the evening on the steps of his house warmed by setting sun and talk about life and death that both can be quite worthy, and quite the contrary... but this is already depends on the person...

Something's not meant to give... Do not left something you thought once about your character... He deserves that, if you, of course, want to believe me... Stay a little bit there where you have not thought about "300" as of a long and not very meaningful running around... because it's not quite like this... always resist the intrusive cliched view, no matter who stated it, where and how many times... because it's not always right... almost always untrue... it's just convenient, thoughtless and easy...

You see, my love, the years are passing, and people still holding their breath watching into his (yours) eyes and try to believe that every fear can be defeated – and big one and small… to come to a certain limit of their inner cowardice, spit on it, trample and quietly go on... It's very important sometimes: if not to make a heroic deed, then, at least, to dream for a moment how you would throw open your soul's gates and destroy everything that impedes from living me you and others (if they, of course, thought about this)...

This is Sparta! Ahoo Ahoo Ahoo!

Maybe we should make a mutual "Apple Eating Day", ah?..