Book: Tales for troubled. Page 5

You need patience and dexterity to thread has turned solid. We say: what is the thread - that's life, so be careful.

Rituals need to have one cycle was completed, another started. Otherwise you can get lost, not find the door and stay where it should be.

Thread need to twist not just your fingers, but thought. To weave into the fibers what you wish for. The thread is spinning for a long time, it helps in the desire to understand. For a deliberate wish should be the right choice.

The Greek Moira, Agency Slavic, the Scandinavian Norns, the Roman Parks - open an ancient book of any nation and you will find them. One pulls from obscurity the thread of human life and twists it, twists. Another spool of thread on the spindle of the fates. The third cut, when the time comes. The scissors clicked, the star falls. In the place where unlit star, will be new to one day also fall after a cut thread.

With seven girls in our mountains study skills to youth from anybody not to depend. At fourteen a girl can feed and clothe themselves with the proceeds from the needlework of money. Daily girl multiplies your capital, so after the wedding, the husband does not dissolve. And go without loss to himself, if my husband bad.

- Where have you been? I looked everywhere, asked her.
- In the workshop.
- Why did not respond? I knocked.
- When you weave in the deep, hear nothing.
- At depth? What is it like?
- Maybe you're lucky, and you will someday. Maybe you do not understand: you're not a skilled worker.

The bitterness in the heart, deprives a woman of strength. Such nothing goes out and nothing happens.

The woman the main thing to choose a man, and then to follow him, where the lead, and no mistake.

The woman the main thing to choose a man, and then to follow him, where the lead, and no mistake.

Alone Ruben watched the animals, with the birds with the bugs. I realized that the people - those sheep are, where to go, looking for food, have babies, die. And after these thoughts with the herd so stick that, when the autumn came down from the mountains and came to visit his mother, said:
- I now with them forever. I have a wool heart. They taught me simplicity, to produce joy.

Meadows were otpori drooping Reuben floral infusion. Brooks showed that the strongest fish swim against the current. Predators have learned that more important than the nothing that life is more fragile than dry branches.

Look runs down the valley and rests in the mountains. This land is old, wrinkled. Under juicy spring grass are a ton of bones. Along with the bones rotting swords, curved swords and helmets. Empire has varied in the Emirates, khanate passed into the province, every decade has raised new flags. Only ordinary people here as before is sheared coat with sheep, walking on thin paths in the Church, bury the jugs of wine and Mead. River run tech as before. Winter in the mountains wide tents - there are white caps. Women these places thousands of years dried the hair under the morning sun. Because my Hairdryer is wound with wire, is in the backpack, under the bed.

The enthusiasm of the beginner is Fata-Morgana: it seems that on the horizon of the earth, whereas it is not in sight.