Character: Kate. Page 4

Good intentions pave the road to hell. Thank you! I was already there, and to be honest, I did not like.

- Oh, Mama!
Can we resolve everything?
- Mom, look he make me laugh?

- A shame. The boys laughed at...
- And the wind is kicking no shame?

- I need coffee!
- The man you need, Krapivina! To have loved and included!
- I work contains.
She loves you and periodically.

People like to mistaken. They didn't want to know that the black at any time, you can paint with white paint and how many you want to fool the naive while the paint is peeling, and the truth is finally laid bare. They wanted to dream and to believe the latter.

Some people absolutely undeservedly wore a Laurel wreath of virtue, because the deeds deeds good deeds were not themselves, and sent another. Usually the most indifferent, those who have experienced endless remorse for his indifference and tried to make amends, let it not sincere feelings, and even business.

And by the way, today the holiday.
- Who decided that? - she asked.
- UN - smiled young man, is the international day for the elimination of violence against women.
"I wonder why he only behaved it gentleman?.. Celebrating or something?"

What would you do now will not be worse!

Betrayal is pain two, whoever you were - an executioner or a victim. Maybe the pain is different, but who came up with which one is stronger?!

... Go your way. And lead the hand of her son, tenderly loving him, protecting and preserving from the ills of life. Never let them touch you pain and disappointment, let the people you will meet on your way, be open and sincere from the beginning. Be together always, because there is no one nearer and dearer than children and parents. And never, never give the slightest cause your child to doubt that his dad is the best.

He went out. I closed the door. Went back to the kitchen. Went to the window. Looked after dissolving in the darkness the silhouette of my visitor. Strange: I wanted to cry. And yet - ironed one of his shirts. Entirely.

Now I know that people should never torture each other, even if once loved. Every story has an end. And he's not always happy.

... He is a typical strong man, a survivor and overcome a lot. But what happened to our family, almost broke it. Didn't see strangers. And even its not all noticed. But I, I every day looked deep into his eyes and felt how cold and black it became what is inside every strong man. Alas... I could not warm him. Could not help. For the first time in our lives we fell together.

I looked at snowflakes and still hear his father's voice.
Quite extraordinary, kind and most affectionate in the world voice.
And suddenly I'm so piercingly clearly realized that never... never going to live near his dad... so easily as in childhood, to walk with him down the street holding hands, I never... never be able to take him to the village... My dad... My dad... the strongest and Most wise man on earth...
And still... still I have the opportunity to hear it and at least occasionally to see...
Thank God that I have a dad...