Book: Stairs Dec

Their meeting could be counted on the fingers - one, two, three, four, five. They are always seen in passing and never spoke to each other alone, away from the hustle and bustle. She he remembered the blonde girl rushing by with a loaf in his hands. She was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen? Where is the line in the year that ordinary girl suddenly becoming a beautiful girl? Who would have known...

The spirit of contradiction - it is force! Indefinitely to dream, to make plans, set goals and objectives, but did not budge. You can go with the flow sluggish river, not even using a paddle, or continuously bored and sulk, waiting for something interesting, new and, of course, necessary as air. Where ... When?.. Yes, you can. But if the soul - storm if every day is reminiscent of the battle if eternal restlessness is constantly pushing in the back, and most importantly - there are people who need to prove too much, then the actions are quick, sharp words, and absolutely nobody knows what will happen tomorrow and it will end.

Winter is the time sbychi dreams and the flood of feelings.