Character: Simon. Page 1

The time of carefree childhood... Then I met my first love. Erased from the memory of its appearance, character. As a line from the social network profile was only a name, but those feelings that overwhelmed me when I was with her. Warmth, tenderness, desire to care, protect,... a Pity that it lasted so long.

Once we were all one. And Dark and Light. Were sitting around the campfires in the cave, staring through the darkness at which the pasture is grazed closer to the mammoth, with singing and dancing sparks from your fingers was allowed, and the fireball other tribes roasted. And, to fully illustrate the example, two brothers, Other. The one in the first twilight came in, maybe then he was fed, and maybe fell in love for the first time. And the second - on the contrary. The stomach ache from the green bamboo, the woman rejected under the pretext of a headache and fatigue from scraping hides. And so it went. One mammoth will bring and happy. Another piece from the trunk requires a chief's daughter into the bargain. So we divided into Dark and Light, good and evil.

Julia:
- What the hell is normal?! How to determine?!
I shrank his shoulders.
Simon:
Something that people familiar, most of that the majority does not deem a deviation of - fact and normal.
Julia:
- And if you disagree with the majority?
Simon:
- For them it will remain abnormal.
She sarcastically nodded and shrugged.
Julia:
- That is how you live decides on the most?! Others, complete strangers to you people?!

Every story has a beginning and an end. Every story has its own outline, synopsis, contents, key points, prefaces and epilogues. And there isn't a book where each new reading is not opened to things that had not paid attention. Every story has a beginning and an end. Almost every...

- But I know that our life is like a candle, someone short, someone long... and can go out at any moment.
- Well, then our lives, like this fireplace.

Crazy regains sanity, and the normal obezumela.

I felt like I climbed into the carapace - the outer world for me no longer existed, and its irritants answered my copies. They were always three. One is deaf, another dumb, third blind.

The head was so heavy that it was no longer space for the deployment of ideas. If at the best of times, my brain is a broad highway, which at breakneck speed millions of thoughts are running, overtaking, undercutting each other, arranging the disaster, but now he is no more than lost in the forest, the path on which I go only when absolutely necessary.

But once again too lazy to open the book - it is closer to me. Even though I love to read, but now think that going page by page to master a huge novel... And even if it is interesting, even if you grab the head and will not come off - so then! Now you just have to take the book off the shelf and open it. But this is laziness...

- What do you see there?
Star... - mysteriously said Lena, without lowering the head.
I understand that, I can see them too. But what's so special about them?
- I don't know... it Seems that they are talking to me. There also have people, they have their own life, probably much better than we, and they, too, so I look at the sky and see the Earth, you, me.

High feelings and noble impulses, the reckless courage of a desperate sacrifice - it's all fine. But there must be a reason. Real. Otherwise all your bright aspirations - no more than stupidity.

- <...> He said he understood what real Russian drunkenness.
- And what then?
Is when you Wake up in the morning, and all around gray. The sky is gray, the sun gray, gray city, gray people, gray thoughts. And the only way to drink again. Then it is easier. Then returned to the paint.

Sometimes, human behavior is easily predictable, but trying to look into his soul, seeing only darkness.

Today, another typical day in my typical life, a typical loser.