Book: Tales of the old Vilnius III

That will not come true under any circumstances, it begins to seem dazzling opportunity - within arm's reach and take it. And private secret inner spaces already do not care, even in a head will not come to search.

If life will cease to be a daily surprise, why, pray tell, is it necessary?

Kate the cat curled up in the legs, the fat cat Sauce somehow squeezed between the human back and the sofa cushions. Upstairs were curled, Raven Esmeralda and Wolfdog Linas, the Cabinet was sound asleep dream red alien with wings and a tail, the ceiling peacefully flickering ghosts were whispering about something. In the fireplace sleeping Salamander Sonia, a good reason never to move out of this apartment, which, truth to tell, gradually becoming cramped for such a large company. But there's nothing you can do about it.

- We are all good people, î chuckled mark. Especially when you sleep. Teeth to the wall. "Good", "evil" - all are variables. Temporary States. And nothing in the long run don't mean, unlike misfortunes, which, alas, happens to all, without discrimination.

Joy above security, our loved ones should not be locked up just because we are afraid.

Just say, "I'm not angry at all. People can make as many mistakes, they don't cancel everything else. Not devalue. Do not cross out. And mean nothing at all. People are designed to be absurd and imperfect, therefore, when doing silly things, fooling and even betrays, he acts in accordance with its purpose, that is absolutely correct, there is nothing us to each other to reproach. Say: the only real treason is death, but I'm not even for it. Because I loved you eighteen long years, every day waking up next to you happy, and that is exactly unbreakable. Unlike the rest of the world".

Sometimes a bad decision is the best. Then a person is born on this beautiful earth that his life was full of absurdities and regularly went awry.

The cat, of course, not able to defend his man dashing from guests and other ills. However, a feline presence in the house miraculously calms human nerves. It's like I'm a kitten you're under the most reliable protection. Seem to understand that it is not, but still works.

In the morning, afternoon, evening watering flowers - the usual routine matter, but at night almost an adventure. Especially for those who have nowhere to hurry.

We are sitting in the attic as they had done thirty years ago. And I want to say that this is the same attic, but I won't lie, quite different. And the city different, and even the country. And the whole world has changed so much that I sometimes think our childhood seem to have passed on some other planet.

Suddenly, almost for the first time in my life I want to complain: I get bored so quickly that I don't have time to understand, like it or not. Me tired even to something that never was and hardly will ever happen, it seems to fly in the space - to think need years to train and to observe the regime for the opportunity to be locked inside the rocket, or worse, a space station for months waiting for when it will end this routine, and from this longing.

His face at the same time smug that it is time to call it a mug.

Of all the languages in which the gods talk to people, weather is the most simple and intelligible. The only one that everyone understands. And want, and not wriggle when every message from heaven given to you in sensations.

Every tongue foreign to one who is silent about everything, though, so don't ask, it is a lie, not selecting those words that are necessary, but just selecting the words.