SelfPub: The thread of fate

Under the ashes laurels of days gone by
Lives the curse of centuries
In my soul.
As if through me like a river
Sorrow times,
And here the invisible hand
I branded...

Discover the secrets of the past,
And suddenly, behind him beckoning,
Amid the gloom of pain a glimmer of light
The clear light of a new day.

A home is not an address or a building, but a place coming where you can be yourself; a place where love and expect.

Interesting thing - the relationship. They are able to withstand the test of separation, pain and risk of death, hardened, and became only stronger, but they could easily destroy some household trifle.

Might have hundreds or thousands of alternative worlds, and each of the choices we make creates a new one. In each of them someone dies and someone lives on. And pointless to choose the best.

But you know what? Deep down, almost all people hate to make decisions. Therefore, they prefer to give their freedom, if only not to do it. And those who ever tried the drug, the taste, never get rid of it. We can raise the people in revolution and overthrow the Directory. But then we're going to stand in his place, without solving the underlying problem. The government will change and people will remain the same as was. And we do not notice how to turn into a new Directory.