Book: Scenes of family life



If emeralds, heated, would become lava, shining greenery of ivy greens, and all this would be poured into the bronchi, I would lose my breath exactly as I lost it in the sea behind some brick house, just standing and watching as the history of the universe unfolds in your pupils - and all of it is about trinkets, about trifles, without which God misses -
about the sladdog -
about love.
№ 420302   Added MegaMozg 06-06-2021 / 15:57
The main treasure on Earth is people. People with brains, hearts and honor, with fullness rather than swamp fog in the convolutions. Modesty - to understand the place of their own. Each such - will be a treasure. Also because such are not born in nature. You take it and sculpt it. The treasure is something that you have created personally.
№ 416774   Added MegaMozg 13-04-2021 / 19:18
Maybe it was and God created eve, that neither Adam nor he nor the demon does not cleanse the soul with tears. And eve - able.
God created woman and said - your salty liquid eyes are not equal to men. Those water, you have the remedy. And since all myths were crying mermaids, Undine, harpies, Gorgons, eriniya, who is anything but female tears spliced scars of the soul.
№ 400854   Added MegaMozg 20-07-2020 / 10:09
From these spring, winter, summer smells?
Everyone knows the smell of winter or autumn. That's exactly what is mixed in the air, to anywhere - from Moscow to new York, you could maximize the window, and even blind to say! now spring?
№ 400852   Added MegaMozg 20-07-2020 / 02:30
The hut on chicken legs, where in a snowstorm sculpt dumplings with potatoes and cheese, you don't know, Nora, that comfort is a word invented in Russia.
Austrian mountain winter with ginger cookies, trails, mulled wine, it's all sweet and fabulous, but comfort is a bath white, good Baba Yaga over a basin of dough and storm, and the quiet, brown-millet Slavic creature with gnarled fingers, showing you pictures with inscriptions on the pillar - the pillar at boots - "boots", on potatoes - "kartohu".
Comfort is a word invented during the Russian winter the Russian Baba Yaga waiting for the fellow with pneumonia, otpaivala his Molotov cocktails with licorice, rubbing bear grease and singing a long, endless songs about horse.
№ 400851   Added MegaMozg 20-07-2020 / 02:27
What is a successful game? The one where you win? The one where you were good? No. You can win to thousands of chess, or whatever tournaments and not feel anything. The kids remember where suddenly, no matter what - chess, catch-up, they were able to have someone to share warmth. Even if it is necessary to gather in flocks and hate the neighboring joint people. In childhood play the gangster and policemen, then the partisans and the SS. Or in exchange. Or sale. But what would we all played, the goal isn't to become richer, not to round up all the guerrillas, not anything else... the goal is to give a little heat.
№ 399908   Added MegaMozg 06-07-2020 / 03:48
If I lived, I would not have the right to be wanted, but... but alive. I had not been afraid to admit to myself: this man for two meetings became my happiness. I live to see him, and without him my world is gray. I would not afraid to tell you: you hypnotize me, sir, one of your whisper brings my nerve endings to malfunction. I wouldn't be afraid to ask you out there in Verona - what's the matter? I can clearly see you don't want to get married, what's the matter? And could that allow. I wouldn't be afraid to feel everything, feel how alive the horror, the pain, tenderness, jealousy.
№ 399382   Added MegaMozg 29-06-2020 / 10:00
NORA: So I'm not even worried that anything... that is... well, nothing
happening.
FRANZ: I want you by the hand just took you goose bumps covered. You
after dinner saw. "Good night, But --" "Quiet!" Thousand! You
literally me before the door slammed.
NORA: of Course. I wave... Franz, I was not so diverse
the intimate life is up to you. I did not have it, if you haven't noticed.
FRANZ: Well, you were worried for nothing. To hold back was hard.
№ 398235   Added Viker 16-06-2020 / 11:22
In the routine a lot more from the feat than killing the elephant of combat, hundreds of fighting elephants.
№ 375560   Added MegaMozg 26-07-2019 / 23:40
Yes, creature, dance with me
dancing stars
and the first chaotic gods
Lovecraft.
What monsters are to small and pathetic,
and that is perfect
What a wonderful
in rasplicka
your universes.
№ 375551   Added MegaMozg 26-07-2019 / 23:31
That's why I love history - there is no such king, whose life would you something not taught. So, in moments of fatigue will listen about the battle of Agincourt, for example, and let go. Or is ODA Nobunaga. Genghis Khan. Genghis Khan especially, you know, he took the title of Ramses, Cyrus, and Darius, - the shaker of the universe. A fantastic life is not one of defeat. He is more than Caesar - veni, vidi, vici. And because of a hole in the world got out. You know, Herbert, for Ramses with the Hittites wasn't about to take Kadesh, and to become Ramesses. Only I would be more - Genghis Khan, which and that, and another, and the third, and all at once. A wonderful man - he did not take proposed, half-measures, all at once - and not "Dai Sul" de, but "I took, because the Great Khan, Lord of storms, shaker of the universe".
№ 375486   Added MegaMozg 26-07-2019 / 04:02
NORA: You absolutely do not love me.
FRANZ: and even if so.
NORA: What?!
FRANZ: Even so, Eleanor, is the question of marriage, it is love me? Unless the main
the issue of marriage in this? Isn't "do I love?".
№ 374916   Added MegaMozg 16-07-2019 / 14:15