The most vile thing that there is in each and every person is a pity. It's deep and often masked, but it is not passing - we all like a dirty kitchen sponge, something like purified on the outside, but only as long as it does not push.
Drunk is just disgusting. The thief when he steals, - man as man. A cheater will not cheat their. The killer will come home and wash my hands. But the drunkard stinks and vomits in his own bed and burns himself all the insides with alcohol.
I knew only one thing - that each second with her was only going to add to the pain that will come later. Like a junkie with a limited supply of drugs. For me, the day count them. The more hits I took now, the harder it would be when my supply ran out.
In winter they used, looking for traces and signs of the summer and found them in the basement or in the evening bonfires on the edge of the pond, turned into a skating rink. Now, in the summer, they were looking for even the slightest sound, though reminders of the forgotten winter.
You only need a good night's sleep, or actually ten minutes, or eat an entire pint of chocolate ice cream, and then all of it together is the best medicine you can imagine.
Imagine this situation: a little boy comes a little girl. She starts to undress and says, "doctor, examine me." And this little boy will take and say, "Oh, little girl! I'm not a doctor!"
... so in dogs, wound - never forget the way back. In humans, this instinct from centuries gone or almost gone. And for good reason. Very useful not to forget the way back.
