Book: People who are always with me

Overhead, clinging to the branches of the old pear tree a ragged hem, was fog. By noon it clears, hide-covered blue spruce top Khali car, but the evening will definitely be back and will be a long night watch, engulfing her silently the vast presence of everything.

Sometimes it's interesting to stand back and watch how I behave in the crowd of women and men. Women are very lively and noisy, they can fall out, then reconcile, and then again to quarrel. While men openly suffer. They pretend that ended up here accidentally and are irrelevant to this bunch have not.

From birth she was used to the arms of the family - gentle, loving, saving. They protect and bless, comfort and heal. Girl falls asleep and wakes up in these life-saving circles, he lives and breathes them. She doesn't know that these arms, these buoys will ever be cut and a flap of their wings released, will fly away in silent oblivion. The girl is still too small to be able to recognize the passage of time. Every moment for her is infinity. Every moment for her - forever.

So we were sitting in each other's arms. And thumping each other's hearts...

And the people have a belief that you want to cheat death - give a dying child the name of his enemy.

And these women can not be different... If you treat them seriously, and wouldn't last a week. So I joke constantly. And you know why? Because the joke prolongs life.

I become angry if you kiss somebody in hand to take his few days of life. And when put on top of the cross - return to him these days and add a year. Out of your life.

... Childhood is the perfect state of mind - all love, no one to hold a grudge.

Life is, where we like. Life is there, where we were waiting.

Let me hug you, razor. You know, when I hug you, I have a renewed life.

I am able to distinguish the air smell and taste. In the spring it smells of cold spring, awakened forest, a blossoming Apple tree, and young nettles. In the summer the air smells of sun-heated tomatoes, bee buzzing, a hot attic roof and blooming bushes of hollyhocks. The fall - rough peach juice, fresh homemade bread and sweet spirit roasted chestnuts. And yet - spicy and salty.
And in winter the air smells so that you do not want to grow up.

... Yet lives the name, lives people.

Nani Tamar said: love is everything. This is something for which to live. You're small you know nothing. Then I will understand. For now, just remember: love is worth living for.

Outside - large yard. With the yard - the white road. Draw on it what you want, all come true.
One end of the road comes to a gate and the other at the end of the world.