Character: Toora Watanabe. Page 2

- By the way, where are your today?
- Mother - in the grave. For two years now.

Say something even more beautiful.
- I love you very much, Midori.
- How much?
- As a spring bear.
- Spring bear? - Midori again raised his head. - In what sense - like spring bear?
- Well, you're the one walking on the spring field and from the other side comes to you bear, with fur as soft as velvet, and round eyes. And he says to you: "Hello little girl. Come hang out with me?" And you and him cuddling and playing all day, riding through the overgrown clover the hill. Beautiful?
- Really beautiful.
- That's how much I love you.

And I spend day after day, almost without lifting his face. In my eyes only the boundless quagmire. Put forward the right leg, lift the left, put it and again raise the right. I can't determine where they are now, can't check if I actually go. Just need somewhere to go - and I go. Step-by-step.

- Do you smoke?
- In June, threw.
Why?
- Tired... Wake up at night, and the cigarettes run out... And smoke is terrible. So and left. I don't like when something connects.

Hello.
- Midori, it's me. Midori, I want you to see and speak with you. Want we started all over again. But you in my life there is nothing more to want. I love you.

But when they come for me bury me. When you hug me, think about me. You know what I mean?
- Completely.
And more... you Can do with me whatever you want, just don't hurt...

Only card was a modest dream of his modest life. Who has the right to laugh?

Apparently, the heart is hidden in a hard shell, and split it is given to few. Maybe that's why I really can't love.

Not my hand was all she needed, and someone else. Not my warmth she needed, and someone else. I couldn't get rid of the obscure annoyance that I am me.

... the seriousness does not necessarily mean the approximation to the truth.

On this side is life, on the other - death. I'm on this side, in that I'm not.

Until then, I considered the death of something independent, completely separated from life. Like for example the fact that "once death will have us in their claws. However, on the other hand, we will never get the death earlier that day when she will come for us."

I once again marveled at what is still different in the world there are dreams and goals in life.

I used to tell friends : "This type erases even the curtains!", I don't believe nobody. No one knew that the curtains need to be washed sometimes. Believed that the curtain is nothing more than an integral appendage of the window.