Book: The history of love Affairs of a lonely woman. Page 2

"Stung with love my heart is in turmoil," reads a letter;
Man, even if he is of iron, not stand in front of him.
The letter is addressed to "Mr. destroyer of hearts."

Fall on the celebration of admiring the crimson leaves of the Sakura I callously laughed in the crowd of women, pointing to the beggar, but who can predict their future destiny?

How sad this world
How sad is my fate!
Life I'm not sorry my
Become a drop of dew.

Yes, in the whole world there is nothing sadder for a woman than a lover, emasculated!

In the house of the Prince was an old servant, the warden of the female servants, which has already exceeded seventy. He was sighted and wore glasses. Many front teeth he was missing, so he had forgotten the taste of octopus and pickles had him cut into small pieces. <...> This old man, and sent to Kyoto to select a concubine, because the young beauty was for him, according to the proverb, that the cat stone Buddha! On this account it was possible for him not to worry, while a young man such property can not be trusted, even if he himself Sakya Muni.

But time passed and I forgot. Here's evidence that there is nothing in the world is changeable and fragile women's hearts!

No creature is more mentally weak than a woman! And this is the worst thing in the world.

Traders thread product confused all the threads of love.
The mistress of the shop fans in the heart, as for the fan, two drawings: overt and covert.
The husband at first did not notice the secret image.

"Beauty is a sword, potrobayo life," spoke the sages of antiquity. Crumble the flowers of the heart, and in the evening be only dry branches. This is the law of life, and no one will escape it, but sometimes a storm came in no time and will scatter petals at dawn. What folly to die an early death in the depths of love, but never, apparently, is not transferred in the world are mad!

Whatever you say, funny, those who like their soul was disgusted by the love Affairs. Since the era of gods love is the highest of human pleasures.