Book: Coffee book

In brewing coffee should be stirred, and when he was going to run away, to give him a pinch of cinnamon to calm.

A small coffee shop in the city centre, where all the long know each other's names. I'm a stranger here.

I'm not in love. I'm fascinated by, bewitched by this place and this woman, already not young, but it's so infinitely beautiful.

Why is any shortcomings highlighted? That consumers have seen: it is an honest firm, it speaks honestly about their shortcomings. And everything else she means well. She's honest, and it would be bad - she would say! Take, for example, CATCH: "we HAVE one problem - a bad logo". Ordered a logo design that would be at all disgusted. Got this logo. And now everywhere shout: "we Have one problem!" And in fact, they have fares higher than the "Bisexual-Telecom", and the coverage area is less. But all this masked the problem of the shitty logo...

They say that in heat we must drink green tea. Nonsense. In the heat should drink coffee. Coffee, however, it is necessary to drink always and everywhere, at every opportunity, he turns existence into a life of Theresa knows for sure. But in the heat of the coffee should be drunk two times more than usual, if you don't want the whole day to stay in bed a cotton juchelka, angry, hot, sweaty juchelka, brrrr.

To live would be somewhere here.
On the hill above downtown, anywhere from the Lutheran side of the street to watch the City from above, like watching birds, wonder along with them.
To wander all day, kicking round, smooth chestnuts, stirring bolshephobia the leaves, catching the light like rain, mouth and hands, licking it off his fingers. Chat with Chimera and the capitals of the columns - they are all chatty, no restraint, all chimeras giggle all the columns trying to put the roots, even though the Corinthian order, Imperial arrogance, he still ends with a turret on one side, like the cap on a crazy city.
Or to settle on Andrew, running up and down all the ladders, hills and slides, take a dome over the city like crows in the trees: one flew away two remained. Or buried in an Apple orchard at the gate in the monastery. To get the cat into the lung to stick his nose into the fragrant grass, the foliage in the side to rake up and doze off until the frosts, and there can be somewhere under a porch or something.
And stretch, stretch this fall, this Golden light, this Golden sheet, this Auburn hail in all the streets, to pull her as possible as long note the high Cathedral voice, to hold autumn for the gold braid, and put on the Dnieper, as Lorelei, let sit all to death, spit scratching, raking leaves, tells fortunes the sun. To live would be somewhere here, in her backyard, though the Chimera of the house, though sonorous stone in the pavement, though chestnut windfall in the leaves, just to live somewhere.

And stretch, stretch this fall, this Golden light, this Golden sheet, this Auburn hail in all the streets, to pull her as possible as long note the high Cathedral voice, hold autumn in gold braid.

And time is running out, your life is spent on the small stuff, and the other life you have, by the way, no, you know?

Reality is what I speak.

Paris at that time seemed magical city, where everyone has unlimited access to an inexhaustible source of melted ice cream - it's not stupid honey.

... when you know for certain, not guessing, just somehow easier, even if knowledge does not suit you completely, even if such knowledge howl like a wolf on the wall and throw.

Someday I will, probably, maybe, I'll call.

Gently sniffed to the steaming Cup, the young lady suddenly realized that he had fallen in love. And not just so, and the rest of your life. And Yes, of course, the drink of the strange beans.

... with a Cup of coffee in hand is much more interesting to read all different books, which she previously considered boring...