Author of quotes: Asya Lavrinovich

Do you remember how, as a child, I told you that germs live on your hands, so you need to wash your hands more often. And you washed them only so that your microbes would become clean and they would live well.

How great it is when a person minds his own business.

Every time my mother pretends that there are no problems, although there is a whole ocean of problems around us. Having suffered a terrible shipwreck, we are drowning in these problems, floundering in icy water, which makes our whole body cramp, choking, gasping for air. I have the opportunity to get my mother and me a lifeboat, to get out, to be saved... But my mother ignores my attempts to help in every possible way. Moreover, she is ready to drag me along with her to the very bottom. Twist around my neck exactly the same rope with cobblestones, which she has been wearing for several years now, and drag it into the viscous silt, so that the last thing I saw was a strip of warm yellow color - hope for my happy future.

That's what friends are for. To help you out of the most ridiculous situations without further ado.

I like the snow dust in the air and the cold fog that falls on the city in the morning. November is so quiet, peaceful and measured...

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.

Love is such a thing - how it will twist you, how it will turn you inside out, and you will go to such lengths for its sake.

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

“Oh, unrequited love,” Rinat sighed. - Poisons us like mercury.

Anahit, throwing her tight dark braid behind her back, reached for an apple. Now we both chewed silently and watched as the first wedge of birds, smoothly flapping their wings, flew over our dacha. I wish I could take off like a bird and fly wherever my eyes take me. Not afraid of a reprimand from parents, reproaches from Vitka or Anait... Not afraid of anything. Saying goodbye to summer, turn your wings to the wind and rush towards the unknown. And from fear, happiness and delight, your whole life flashes before your eyes like a whirlwind. The planet is flying and spinning, and I am with it.

“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.

Yes, it shouldn't be like that. But happiness flared up and blazed inside me.