Book: Chelkash



Memory, that scourge of the unfortunate, revives even the stones of the past and even into the poison drunk once, adds drops of honey.
№ 389271   Added Viker 26-03-2020 / 10:18
The earth as mother, will not forget for a long time.
№ 389270   Added Viker 26-03-2020 / 10:18
At sea it always raised a wide, warm feeling, - covering the whole of his soul, it's a bit cleared it from everyday contamination. He appreciated it and loved to see themselves in the best here, among water and air, where thoughts of life and life itself, always lose the first acute, the second - price.
№ 389269   Added Viker 26-03-2020 / 10:18
Chelkash listened to his joyful cries, looked at the shining, twisted delight of greed face and felt that he is a thief, a bum, cut off from the mother - will never be the same greedy, cheap, not remembering itself. Never be so!.. And this thought and feeling, filling his consciousness of his freedom, kept him about Gavrila on a deserted beach.
№ 25493   Added MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 06:14
Always hate to see the man you think is worse and inferior, hates or loves the same as you, thus becoming like you.
№ 9237   Added MegaMozg 01-01-2017 / 01:05