Book: The tale of the suicide. Page 1

Late autumn in time to the slow waltz of fallen leaves. She repeats how important it is to dress warmly in this weather. A couple of cups of tea at the nearest coffee shop on the corner and walk hands until late in the evening...

What we did in a day?
Walked.
Drank a lot of coffee.
Saw a lot of people.
Breathing frosty air.

On the street it was raining and we didn't crawl out from under the blanket almost the whole day.

You could disappear for a week out of your life? Just to escape, leaving the light on, cooked soup in the fridge, maybe even a window open. Let there be cold. Sometimes, doing something and not think about the consequences, go to the unbuttoned overcoat on the street, even when it's freezing outside, and then lie a week at home with the temperature.

Remember, this is just a story, and you can at any time to close the book and lay it aside...

All my life I was adamant that love is not a box of chocolates bought on the way out. It's something more... something That I have not shown life. It turns out that everything is much easier. And at the same time more difficult because there is no such language on Earth, is able to convey that feeling...

But there were days when one of us took away: come the happy couple, expressing regret for all children, but chose always the most beautiful and adorable children. "So choose, like we at the dog show", I thought.

And only once in a few years it was possible to observe how the snowfall mixed with the stars did happy people in this magical place.

If a girl in twenty years, something starts to doubt, then, saying "all is well", it means "all bad".

Trying to forget means to remember.

The universe is generous with gifts or friends, but receiving, we have to give something in return.

Happy to observe your sweetie when he's sleeping: immediately there is a sense of caring. Tucking them into a warm blanket, kiss his forehead, to sleep sweeter, try to behave as quietly as possible. I did not notice how fell asleep next to. But who notices when he falls asleep, right?

We decided to go to the candy store borley Mintla. The institution itself was like a gingerbread house from a fairy tale. Everything sweet-the sugar... At the counter stood a family. As usual, the kids in those places behave badly. And the child in this family was no exception. I don't like tears, especially when they are alerts childish tantrum, with a loud roar fifty feet around.

- What do you not like me? - with slight irony in his voice asked me.
Sawyer thought for a moment and replied:
Are your eyes. Because they are sad, when we are silent.