Book: Four doves. Page 2

Demelza cried.
- Damn it. - swore it. Is just port out.
- Never heard about a woman who drank so much port wine that he poured from her eyes.

Demelza was one of those women that attract attention in a variety of conditions, it's something I've seen: even with messy hair and in sweat, with a distorted face pain in childbirth, dirty and unkempt, when he performed some work instead of servants, angry during a quarrel. But perhaps the biggest advantage was the ability to enjoy the little things. For her, nothing seemed to have lost novelty. Newly hatched chick Wren fascinated her no less than the same last year. The release was the same adventure in twenty-six years and sixteen.

She goes, Diana embodies,
Riding in the glow of the moon in the rain solid.
And like a sea bird slowly flutters
Over the foamy wave.
Heavenly light and earthly life
It shared space smoothly without troubles.
Her smile is Sunny dawn
In the sea waves -the radiance of Paradise.
She, like day, cave lights,
Gives hope in a dark void.
In it day and night in the inherent simplicity
As a cute child playing.
She is like the air and smile delights
All the sinners whose lives are entangled in the devil,
One of them knows
What will happen to his expulsion from Heaven.

Sometimes people compromise to get at least part of the desired.

- People are inherently disgusting, even when talking about himself.
- I think the truth is that man is imperfect. Never responds to his own ideals. Whatever purpose he may choose, it will always find original sin.

When you write a story about the current times, it will probably be to look at the history of the two revolutions. In the French revolution and the English revolution of Methodism. Some are looking for freedom, equality and brotherhood among people, others are looking for freedom, equality and brotherhood before God.