Book: The life of a reader

And sometimes I'm kind of like antigenic. Picture the pictures that are already late to happen in my life.

Because excellence is, in fact, a man trapped.

We are still children - that's what gives us night silence, graciously allowing you to indulge in quite a childish senseless dreams.

Nights no our ideas, plans and forecasts. Night returns a person to his true condition - the way a timid guest, with the thrill of stepping onto the threshold of the unknown future.

- Marinochka! You do not see life beyond their books! - mother says soulful voice. About the third time in the last week and about three thousand three hundred and third in my life.