Author of quotes: Julia Prairie

- Let's see what we advertise. Mashunya you nails done, the salon asks "Pur-pur"? Yeah, no reaction. A massage from them? Why only two cards? Only paper spent.
Two buttocks, two business cards, the machine said Masha, is still roving the expanse of the bag in the search of the purse.

- Are you Reuse? No doubt, we will find a solution with my mind.
Masha and immediately closed her eyes and put her fingers to his temples. At that moment the waiter came to pick up the empty bowl, looked at the blonde with his eyes closed, swaying from side to side.
Very delicious was the tea, he said to Riya, looking timidly at the waiter.
- I see, it seems that the girl is just ecstatic, said with a grin the young man, taking the dishes and leaving the account.

It was muffled inside, as if a huge orchestra was diligently playing various instruments but has not played any sound.

Suddenly all the water gathered in a huge wave resulted from an imaginary forest, touching the tops of the trees, and leaving wet, trembling girl on the grass. Riya raised her head to his face with his hands, brushing away the icy drops from his skin, he watched the vanishing from sight, merging with the sky wave. It was terribly cold and empty, the body seemed heavy and no longer obeyed. She threw back her head back and abruptly opened his eyes.

Dark-haired girl looked at his feet, did not smile and was clearly embarrassed to be in this apartment. She was not like the fatalistic lady who weekly goes to fortune tellers and checks according to the lunar calendar, whether to cut their hair and whether the phase is her Venus.

Her name was Ludmilla, she was over forty. Russia the woman's hair was tied in a neat bundle, in order not to divert her attention even for a second from working. For many years the woman worked, taking people at home. To her appointment went those who wanted quick money or instant solutions to problems, or those who are looking for love and wanted to remove the wreath of celibacy. It would be quite possible and suggest that this phenomenon did not exist, but Ludmila had chosen not to waste time and to satisfy the requests of customers. "Do you want to remove, take off", she thought and once again lit a candle.

It seemed to her that inside is buzzing in the wind. Now she was alone. Lonely. Loner. Abandoned, left behind. Riya was having all these words in my head, trying them to yourself. Hard awareness. How hard when something ends. She's so not used to it, it doesn't do that. It is not taught that something ends. After all, a loving family mother never said that the pencils will end, because you can buy a new one. And the cartoons never end, and candy, and mom's arms. And love suddenly took over. Broke as perianna swezey thread.

"Why RIA?" asked the clairvoyant, "What an amazing name."
"Mom invented, it's short for Mriya (Ukrainian. Dream)".
"What is interesting in your mom."
"Rather eccentric," replied the girl, examining her butt.

The room was dark. A young girl sat with her eyes closed, tightly vzhavshis in a chair. Lyudmila stood with open hand by the fire of the candle. Her face glided a shadow. She furrowed her brow, she had to say. This part of her work, she could not take - hack. That is, to cut a living, because otherwise is impossible. Hack words, causing pain and watch it's unbearable.

The room smelled of beeswax, green tea and despair.