Author of quotes: Eugene Grishkovec. Page 2

And how important it is to feel life, not alone but with someone together. Because together is always stronger than alone.

After calls are only getting worse. And, in any case. For example, that you broke down and called. Pre-think of a reason, sucked from the finger some pretext and scored the coveted number... And you did not answer! Before that call was not great, and then... it was just unbearable!

Beautiful, great, deep, not immediately operable and the beloved city! No city like Odessa. Odessa is like no other.

The intensification of the feelings that should be happy.

... he began to feel his hometown as a tiny, dead-end and wonder how and what living, although it was there, it seemed, was focused what... it was expensive, and the fact that he tried to love.

The first glass makes you happy, the third drives away the remnants of happiness.

Where can we gather from people to rest? Now people are around. Even every mountain is at least a couple of Yes sitting.

Only vodka and only we could see potoski, Strelnya, penalty... All this is connected with time. Penalty need to translate urgently late in your time zone, which are those who came on time. Well, potoski... this is the last attempt to retain, prolong the happy time... And maybe stop it for another day...

And you can go on some state... And what I know the American States? Idaho, Wyoming, Colorado, Massachusetts, Texas... Yes, no matter what state to go. Still coming to Las Vegas.

And I want so to go and curl up and try to take as little space as possible in space.

've seen foreigners on the red square... Wind, cold,
January, the snow is prickly like this, minus twenty degrees. And they're fun
chirp... in his cap, hats with pompoms... I imagine
someone that cap bought there at the store... did There
big trouble, they say, why such a warm hat to buy? "And our Billy
going to Russia!" And the seller: "Yes, it is crazy...!"....... And Billy is happy.
Here, he walks like a... bird. Will avertit scarf around his neck... long, goes,
laughing loudly and taking pictures, taking pictures. Russia. And... not cold after all
him in the jacket or coat. And we are freezing in fur coats, slouch, nose cutem,
run..., the glove fingers are empty, my hands in fists... it's cold! Freeze! And they
no!

And I realized in this moment, who I miss a lot. I realized what kind of person I was missing in my life. I clearly realized who I unbearable yearn, yearn for a long time, and whom I so lacking that I have lived through every day. This is a specific person. I need it, and I miss him. I miss myself happy.

If a person something started writing, I will not stop. And most importantly-what a shame... People can be intelligent, even intellectual person, can love and know good literature and movies, can have a good education, and write at the same meaningless shit, and absolutely would not see it.

But curiously, in Colorado there are these bugs? And if they are there, how they call them - "Our bug", or what? It would be interesting to know.