Character: Alexander The Great

Alexander was one. "My friends! There are no friends" - Oh, how right Aristotle was.
Maybe it's good that he did not notice anything around. Maybe he deliberately avoided the society of others, knowing the insincerity of their feelings, especially in such a painful moment. In any case, he did the right thing all his life carefully concealing his personal life from others. He called it the sacrament of love. "The sacrament, listen to this word, Tais. Others have nothing to do, this case is only two. The most important thing should be the most intimate".

Alexander flew into a rage. It blinded him - he really is for a moment stopped to see the colors of the world. All except the black and white! His loyal soldiers, who a hero, making history, at this moment rejected his idol! From the formidable single force of his brainchild, they was transformed into a ferocious primal crowd, covered by the herd instinct. Enraged Alexander suddenly entourage jumped right into the midst of the hostile mass, and left alone with excited, ready for anything the rebels.

Alexander moved into her multi-colored blue-brown eyes. Brown eyes met each of the second, blue - every third. And such unusual and unique - only one.

... I want to talk to you about love. That happy love is like a river, and becomes abounding and eventually shallower. That love half-woven from the fantasy that a loving beloved sees in such depth, about which he has no clue himself. That love is the bridge between the mortal and immortal world. She plays the role of Creator, fix human nature, and the understanding of the beloved is the utter bliss of intimacy...

Life always goes forward!