Book: I'll be back

Cost me to return, I again turned into its former self. If my glasses not Prada, but the Truth. See life more clearly, all touchdowns.

We don't believe in mutual feelings, but here I have not forgotten how to love...

Where find love, you, space is compressed to the heart of one man...

- How do you cope?
- As-as - no way! Going crazy, in tears in front of a webcam, celebrating the end of each day of parting... the Hope...

Another planet where everything is different! Nobody uses the yellow cab! ... There are stray dogs ride the subway, there are competing brands in there reading books, there are incredibly beautiful girls. And still, in the words of Maru-a World out there "still does not believe in tears". I don't know Moscow, but I want to understand it...

.. but if you compare with Moscow... you Know, there senses are dulled, you roll. But should go in fifty kilometers from Moscow-it is in our so-called ring road - and the situation is changing... a feeling that the epicentre of oppression is located in Moscow, ... I loved this city. Now, however, I prefer to love Moscow in the distance...

Only here I was able to return to itself. Lately in Moscow did not feel the soul. She pulled away from the body. Hiding somewhere deep, breaking away from the receptors of the senses. Of course, I kept seeing all around. But I didn't noticed there anything. I had pain and nothing more. Know, what pain? When you smile, answer phones, communicate with people, doing something, going to friends ' birthdays, but everyone does it me-ha-nee-ches-Ki. Moscow makes people robots.

... Freedom will change just for you.

Someone brings happiness a sudden kiss under the spring rain, but for someone happiness is a bundle of euros in your suitcase Stingray leather... Happiness is not generalizable.

- What do you think, what I love about the night?
- ?
- The night that binds us in the morning. And the morning - new day, new breath, new hope...

Women think men are thick-skinned. Women do not believe in the responsiveness of men's hearts. Women don't think about the fact that we are forced to hide their relationship because of the recognized status of the "stronger sex"...

I was and remain sincere. Mad useless words. In all the cases. Offended must realize they caused offense. He offended should forgive the offender. The main thing is that in the heart, on the mouth, as a rule, some emotions. Why do they have to share, if they still lose the point?

Those who trust exclusively to the mind, lose heart. And the heart - life in it...

... You a lighter shade of my life.