Book: Autumn flight fees

How much you want to record your own moral experience, you can even teach it in school, but for every young girl these words will be empty until then, until you are filled with his own pain, shame and sadness.

People in search of similar to street dogs with soft ears and a silly puppy dog eyes. Looking at each from the bottom up, silently asking: "are You? You're my new master? Do you have my bone, place and leash? No? Then scratched me here and here"

By mid-life in each of us accumulates the need for reassurance. No matter how good the fate, fatigue and loss inevitably leave damp foggy mist that rises up to the throat, punishing us heart weight and derivable cough. This probably has a different recovery, but I know one thing I'd like to get to the ocean.

And I already know how long to warm the heart of a stranger warm, not generating their own. It's damn convenient to adjust the temperature of the medium to share someone's passion, not burning, and cool, not valoragua heart.

Human is to complain, start with snot, to be a fool, to be helpless, vulnerable, loving, suffering, patient, lively. To give not from guile, but from tenderness; ask: "can I see you again this year? and when will you call me? do you love me? I know you"; between Dating wait and cry, not to enter the next appointment into the calendar, not to forget; to hope, not to plan. Not only in love but in business too: not to keep the person, when hurt, disappointment showing all the joy; not to take revenge a year and a half, and scream at the same moment; not to calculate the result, if right now there is courage and want to get into the project head first. This is normal, that's human.

It really is most likely to occur in the spring, although there were in the autumn, at a time when everything changes. It's all in bloom or fade, water begin to leak or freeze, and you suddenly feel the silk, your body is wrinkled and curls, smoothes and cling, not to know, to what or to whom. See yourself in silk, and his neighbor - silver because they begin to feel that you're surrounded by an impenetrable cool, gleaming solid crust, through which not prioratise. And then Woe to them, others because you like and not waiting, but someone has to come closer, to pass the border without noticing it, and for it to disrupt all the flowers, collect fruit and get all the prizes, it is necessary or not. And while it is not so easy and lonely that look fly, step, another, and then think, why do I feet? after all, to fly faster, if I just silk, just a scarf. And it's stupid to ask, what are your plans for the summer or "what are you doing this winter," - who, me? Nothing to tell, nothing to boast of because of your earthly travels and your victories no place for me, and I have no knowledge neither about himself nor about the future, except one, and my soon to be love.

- You okay?
And he answered:
Yes. Well... As too many strawberries...
I, of course, held his breath, and he said:
- I love strawberries. To madness. Would eat and eat pounds. But bring the market bucket. And she is lying, smell, you eat, eat... And then no more.
- Do not you?
- No, why, can. Just next will not be so good. And then the stomach ache. I need to rest.
I was clever and understood everything. And so bitter was because the strawberry can't be the strawberry. More specifically, it may, but even then at all. But so that temporarily cease to be sweet and fragrant, to give bitterness, but then again, no.

When an intelligent adult woman says and does some monstrous vulgarity, there is a possibility that she is in despair.