Ok, let's get started! (Вряд ли это кто-нибудь читает, могу с тем же успехом писать по-английски).
So, Day 1: Favourite regeneration. Rather obvious, I think. It's Ten. David Tennant. The man, who did the impossible - turned me into a fangirl. You know, with screaming, fawning, stupid giggling, goofy grinning, dreamy sighing etc. - classic. I like him anywhere: Blackpool, Recovery, Single Father, Fright Night, Hamlet, Much Ado About Nothing, Bedtime stories for CBeebies)) - thank you, Youtube! His mere presence makes me smile like a loon. (Yeah, I know: without comment).
As for Doctor Who, that doesn't mean I don't like Christopher Eccleston or Matt Smith (I've seen all the New School series, but none of the Old School - I intend to rectify this in the near future). I certainly appriciate them - they are the Doctor! But they don't make me feel like the Tenth does. His eyes are truly the mirror of his soul: his sorrow becomes my sorrow, his lonelyness - my lonelyness, as his regret and pain and guilt. Also his inquisitive, enthusiastic nature, constant wonder and openness to every new person, new creature, new adventure make me look at the world around me from a different angle. For me he's not a warrior or a revolutioner or lover or a !Merlinforbid! playboy, but a true scientist and explorer of the universe which makes him irresistably attractive and somewhat of an ideal to me.

So, Day 1: Favourite regeneration. Rather obvious, I think. It's Ten. David Tennant. The man, who did the impossible - turned me into a fangirl. You know, with screaming, fawning, stupid giggling, goofy grinning, dreamy sighing etc. - classic. I like him anywhere: Blackpool, Recovery, Single Father, Fright Night, Hamlet, Much Ado About Nothing, Bedtime stories for CBeebies)) - thank you, Youtube! His mere presence makes me smile like a loon. (Yeah, I know: without comment).
As for Doctor Who, that doesn't mean I don't like Christopher Eccleston or Matt Smith (I've seen all the New School series, but none of the Old School - I intend to rectify this in the near future). I certainly appriciate them - they are the Doctor! But they don't make me feel like the Tenth does. His eyes are truly the mirror of his soul: his sorrow becomes my sorrow, his lonelyness - my lonelyness, as his regret and pain and guilt. Also his inquisitive, enthusiastic nature, constant wonder and openness to every new person, new creature, new adventure make me look at the world around me from a different angle. For me he's not a warrior or a revolutioner or lover or a !Merlinforbid! playboy, but a true scientist and explorer of the universe which makes him irresistably attractive and somewhat of an ideal to me.
