Movie: Asthenic syndrome

Sentimental like. Something sentimental. Song without words came to be. I wanted to once again in Vogue cigarettes North or long curls to say I love you and stuttered. The breeze from distant laughter, echoing night steps on the sidewalk, uncertain of my feelings, love. Or no, not love. Love is too precious. It seemed that the ornateness of your ideas, dull eyes, and the gravitas of smiles, innuendo verbosity, where you are lying. No, but I can't Express the truth with words. Here she is. Fair as the yolk in the whites. The yolk in the whites. Here she is. Fair as the yolk in the whites.

It should be written. It should be written... He was middle-aged - so mentally imagined myself with smart intermittence. Darkness had put him in a nursing soft tissue reflection of himself. He liked to think about himself in the third person and slightly ironic, slightly sad, very wise. He was kind. His soul, closed in a shell of lived his life, was burdened by wrinkles of memories, old habits. He tried to be kind with everyone. It was impossible. Tying new knots, not untangling old. The baggage were swollen, bulky pressed on the shoulders and carry her, it was not possible to throw lacked anger.

Unfortunately, indifference penetrate even generally a lot of heart. It's not even indifference, and sneaky bad to a person's ability to Dodge to the side. Because sometimes, even sympathizing with the misfortunes of others, passing by, because help may cause personal inconveniences.

In childhood, in early youth, I thought that if all people to read Leo Tolstoy, and all will understand and all will be good and smart.