Book: Writer and dancer. Page 1

A pair is two similar objects of general purpose. A pair of gloves, a pair of bay ones. People, even united by a common task or goals, are still not as uniform as gloves.

A writer without a publisher is empty space. Zero without a stick. But a publisher without an author would never give in to anyone. Symbiosis.

Reality can be ignored - focus on the music in the headphones, the thoughts, the memories, Yes, even just to blink! And no this your "reality". With dreams such a thing does not pass - they're inside you and you inside of them, not screwed up, not fenced off, will not switch the TV channels.

Nothing matters - only His Majesty the Ballet. Any obstacle in his way should be ruthlessly annihilated, whether their own weaknesses or someone else's feelings and desires.

The funny thing is: in my thoughts maybe whole life through - and even not one - and here, "outside", and the second will not fly.

When a person dies, he is nothing "local" doesn't bother me. Not whining broken in my leg, not ashamed gestated suit, not sore any outstanding debts. Because "there" (whatever "there" may mean) there are no fractures or quality of the costume, no debts. All the torments, all the shame, all the pain remain here among the living.

You never know what there was ten years ago. That was all gone, and the ashes of the past. Interesting. Not necessary. You need to look forward - what would joy and Goodies may be out there in the past. If you look - certainly stumble and fall. Forward.

The world consists of a million interesting things, and I want each of them to get out, and then to assemble, and ready to take in this fascinating case any, because together is more fun.

A strong woman always can take care of myself. Yes, Yes, Yes, she arranged everything: a strong woman who can handle anything. And this state of Affairs is more than satisfied. Except that sometimes you want to smash is the most steady situation - to pieces! Be a gentle creature who groomed and nurtured, for our ground to air creatures too harsh, they used to tread solely on the cloud. In an extreme case - the corollas of flowers.

No! Just don't Wake up! How do you Wake up if you were given... to step into a fairy tale! Happiness!

Boring clever uncles and aunts claim that "magical" perception of the world is only available to children. What they understand! Magic is near! It's so simple, all you need him to open up. Just accept that it exists!

I really wanted to drink something hot. Tea, coffee, Yes, even the compote - just hot. Or even just to drink. To get a feel for how the inside flows like liquid fire, melted as melts the frozen ball how to straighten out frozen light, like a hot wave burn, washes, revitalizes uprtou ribs uncomfortable in a block of ice, turning it if not flaming, then at least just in the motor. In the living heart. Shuddering from premonitions and dying from fear, but alive.

To keep silent about something - Yes, it is permissible to keep silent in this life has a lot, at least out of courtesy. But to lie?! Is like a garbage can for lunch.

November erased all color, turning the landscape into a black and white photograph: an old, pale, scratched almost indistinguishable.