Book: Dislike of the Gray-Eyed King

I know that in a couple of years all this will seem stupid and meaningless to me. But now I want to climb onto the windowsill, hug my knees with my hands and, staring out the window at the gloomy cold embankment, cry out loud.

People do not attach importance to the right words spoken at the right time.

“Good afternoon, my youth. My God, how beautiful you are.” At seventeen, each of us imagines ourselves as a hot big star. It seems to us that all objects in the solar system should revolve exclusively around us. Youth is given to us not only for knowledge, but also for doing stupid things. And when else to do them, if not at seventeen, in a city that has been captured by spring?..

How do people fall in love? Immediately or gradually? It seems that I didn’t even notice how this happened to me again. Love, like the approaching New Year, rushes towards me like a terrible white avalanche. And I, despite past failures, don’t even try to resist, hoping that now everything can be different. And why try when everything is in vain. I'm scared, I'm in a panic, but why should I fight the elements - real feelings, the snowy ninth wave? All that remains is to accept it.

It’s a pity that accumulated fatigue cannot be broken like a piece of ice with the heel of a heavy boot. To pieces.

Do you care what others think of us? After all, we do not live for them, but for ourselves.

How great that each of us has our own troubles that make us happy. After all, we are made up of them, such cockroaches in the head, dreams, plans, fantasies, desires, preferences. And when something conceived is carried out, we become warm and joyful...

There is one proven way to get insomnia: already tired for the day, cry in the pillow.

- Share at least a little of your confidence, - I asked, when we, sitting in my room, were preparing for the Russian language. - Why a drop? - Robert was surprised. - I can give you a lot of it. By the way, did you know that confidence is transmitted only through kisses?

The world is not black and white, and humans are not robots. You can always stumble, break wood, offend, regret, ask for forgiveness, forgive... And fall in love and become better.

December is a month of magical limbo, when you expect that a miracle is about to happen, and everything will get better.