Author of quotes: Narine Abgaryan. Page 2

To contradict Manet, when she Packed her lips in a chicken butt and scowled eyebrows house, did not make sense...

And uncle Misha was a one-woman man. Rare for men quality that puts a fat cross on his fate.

- Where your parents are watching? - outraged aunty in crimson Panama.
They look the other way because they are ashamed that we are their children, not confused Manka.

... happiness is when you have people who can talk about it.

Overhead, clinging to the branches of the old pear tree a ragged hem, was fog. By noon it clears, hide-covered blue spruce top Khali car, but the evening will definitely be back and will be a long night watch, engulfing her silently the vast presence of everything.

Sometimes it's interesting to stand back and watch how I behave in the crowd of women and men. Women are very lively and noisy, they can fall out, then reconcile, and then again to quarrel. While men openly suffer. They pretend that ended up here accidentally and are irrelevant to this bunch have not.

From birth she was used to the arms of the family - gentle, loving, saving. They protect and bless, comfort and heal. Girl falls asleep and wakes up in these life-saving circles, he lives and breathes them. She doesn't know that these arms, these buoys will ever be cut and a flap of their wings released, will fly away in silent oblivion. The girl is still too small to be able to recognize the passage of time. Every moment for her is infinity. Every moment for her - forever.

If the hail is small, it is necessary to throw out the window a pinch of rock salt - that it turned the ice into water. If large - you need to spend hailstones the wrist of the baby. Because if grad, so God is angry with people. And the only thing that can melt his heart - touching baby.

Fall like already read, but had time to poselitsya book - each page about what I know and what I vaguely remember, each page - return to the place where already visited.

All of your [relatives] in you, all of your [relatives] - forever with you.

That is, in addition to fragrances-flavors-colors that, cherishing, give us the mother of the progenitor?
Only a lullaby.
In the beginning was the word, and the word that we sang.

- Maybe it was different, but I remembered.
- I don't want his brother to ask? He's older, probably remembers how it all really happened.
- Do not want. Let it be as I remembered. My past my memories. His past - his memories.

Women may be more difficult given the science of driving. But if we attain it - it is forever. Us any gingerbread from the steering wheel not to drag, because the led is not just happiness. It is a state of mind.

Female solidarity is a powerful force!