Character: Lisa. Page 2

- And you know what I'm offering you a promotion. What do you think, to go or not?
- Huh? Go to increase.
But it is the responsibility, care... Huh?
- Huh? Don't go to increase.
But still the Deputy, I have long thought... Huh?
- Do not go to increase. That is, go to increase. Yes - go to increase. Men in General should do what they want, how they vzbredet in the head. And nothing to think.

- Of course, I understand you, Natasha! Probably, anyone would in your place I would be a little hated.
- Hate is a strong feeling. Towards you I feel negative emotions, nothing more.
- Ah... yeah, of course... on the one hand, Natasha, you, of course, a little bit right. And on the other hand... Oh, how would you better explain? On the other hand, you too must someday fall in love and then completely lost... Well, disappearing, you do not ask the object of your adoration, is he married or divorced or do not know who...

You know, Boryusik that I loved you?
- A man can never know - what.
- No, I know exactly what. For the beauty! <...>
- And-and-and... For peace!
- No. For the beauty on the outside... <...> And what profile? You have a proud profile!
Well, in profile I do not see myself. And maybe he's proud?

Whence these tears? Why Onet? My girlish dreams - you changed me.

If music, cats and books are with me, I will survive, whatever happens.

The past is gone, future is not yet. And only today has any meaning. And this meaning is quite impossible to describe in words. It needs to feel, to perceive. That such moments are born out of sense. The lights on the Christmas tree, a cake with raspberries and warm tea cold in the middle of the Park, hands of the man she loved, a look of loving eyes. All this - a drop of happiness in a sea of life. And the sea is different for each, his own. One salty and the other is almost fresh. Someone Black, someone Red. But to fill it drop by drop with joy - only to ourselves.

And such a life you love?
- She gets me.
He looked down and smiled sadly.
- Happy... you Know that's not very good wording, this is not what I wanted to hear. Life should be such as to feel pleasure from it. Not to fanaticism, not every day and not every moment. But still regularly. Life should please you, you know? And you're her.

Lately I have rarely received so to sit by the window, quietly, without any hectic thoughts. In fact, what else is needed for happiness? Quiet, beautiful view outside the window and Varnishes side by side. Maybe Mike is right? Maybe we women really strive to ensure that our tomorrow was as quiet and peaceful as yesterday?
What am I in St. Petersburg could not sit still? Based on this logic, in St. Petersburg I was supposed to be the happiest place in the world. At my old job every day was like the previous one. Why suddenly wanted to escape from there?
Mike talked about the illusions, but didn't even notice that his view about women in General, and about Natasha honesty - is itself an illusion. More precisely, a fallacy. If women were just looking for peace and quiet, would they fall in love with men? No way in hell.

- Let me tell you all about it. You know that there are situations in which a person can see not only your dreams, but someone else's?
- Other people's dreams? What nonsense!
- Not nonsense. Pregnant women are able to dream of their unborn children. When they begin day-to day dream about some of the spot light, muffled sounds, not bearing seemingly no meaning, then we assume that it is a baby.
- Well, suppose it is. But what have the babies?
- Despite the fact that the baby is in the womb. His brain does not reported with the brain of the mother. At least direct communication, through the nervous system, no. As mom sees his dreams?

God, what a cute age! You can fall in love at least every day, to err, to suffer, to fall in love again, each time for life, and always know that all the fun is yet to come.

Recently, a very good guy, Ivan, asked me a question that has me stumped. He said
- You said that the picture allows us to communicate with you, with those parts of ourselves about which we know little. Do you think if we paint a lot and learn a lot about yourself, not whether we will become uninteresting with time itself? After all, the unknown will become known. We will become for themselves read the book. It would be boring don't You think?
What would you say? I'm at the moment completely confused. But then he said that the man - an amazing creation with such a deep inner resource, and with so many unsolved mysteries in the soul, which is hardly a lifetime would be enough to unravel all the secrets own self So that be itself is not interesting, after the nth thousands of drawings, you should not worry.

Generally since the childhood love fairy tales! It seems to me that this is not a lie, but a very real history. Just every storyteller, passing them on, a little FIB, and once the incident acquires all new and new details, have not yet evolved from was fiction. But if you read the tale carefully, then all the excess can be discarded, and the truth will come out.

I love to mess with kids, they are so funny. Paramagudi in the paint, and guide on chart paper multi-colored prints of the palms and be grateful they're allowed to be naughty and play with colors. Laughing, having fun, and mom along with them. Does the child need to be happy? To my mum, so as not scolded for dirty hands yeah to be praised for the first success. I always praise them sincerely, because I know that while children are young, you can infect them with a desire for creativity. You can enable them through drawing to learn how to communicate with the world, with mom, with each other, with ourselves. If you do not do this in early childhood, then be much more difficult.

I quickly did my makeup, threw in a bag and ran out of the house. Outside the window smelled of lilacs and cherry. The city was waking up, the streets ran by the people. All as always. Calm, serenity, warm summer weather. It will be necessary to stroll in the evening after work, while on the street so warm and good. In St. Petersburg this weather does not happen often, and should have time to catch the moment.