SelfPub: CH2

I felt like a predator that was trying to corner. Threatening flames of the fire, poking the sharp ends of the spear and in every way trying to break me. All around infuriated. All annoying, but it was strange that, despite this kick my husband, I did not love him less. In the end, let him try. Only this war I will not give him. However, I am sure that white flag and admitting defeat, he just did from me and not waiting. I generally always amused by such confrontation, but more interesting to me is the outcome of this epic confrontation. Here Napoleon met with Alexander on the battlefield, but only this time not to be the loser.

And despite all this, I accuracy only knew two things: she is the best woman of all, who created the higher power, and that I am infinitely, infinitely in love with her.

It would just listen when she says meekly and listen to every word, but, when this compassionate girl was forgotten in the influx of self-government, I, as her husband had to give her a hardy Irish dance vysokodoznogo of communication, where she was somewhat tired, and has lost some of the nuances to me, so I was incredibly happy. She was difficult to understand when it goes too far the line between good and hauntingly good, and the stronger drove me into a position where I, as a man would have to help her to calm passionate temper, but somehow, the more I become the wind for a fire in emergency mode, not water. But if water, be sure the lighter fluid. But I love this woman, even now, when configured to break her "rose colored glasses".

Do politicians or officials saved people in periods of troubled times? The people were rescued by immigrants from the same nation.

She looked at me with eyes full of tears, and looked harmless, but I had to say something that is completely not native to her opinion as false credulity bear tore me to pieces.

In the end, Freud also taught not how to grow chamomile.
- He always says that Freud nervously smokes on the sidelines in the background of my teachings.

I learned this the perfume from the hundreds of others and fell at the feet of the one who so skillfully is it for yourself.

- I talk too much. But this is only from the desire to get to the truth. Because my sexuality...
- But you're not on sexuality has come to complain. Problems in his personal life quietly, I noticed.
- Yes, Yes, all right. Apparently I sleep too much...
- Excessive thinking about sleeping.
Suddenly I thought, what would say Freud?

- Have you seen Rome on fire?-I asked, releasing the curtains.-Rome.
- ... sorry. Rome?-her eyes ran.-what do You mean? What's Rome?
- Great fire at the beginning of our era. They say that Nero himself wrote poems, looking at the flames. Lying of course. Not seen, no?I kept your cool.
... no, Lisa was clearly taken aback.
And I have not seen. And it would be interesting to see, right?

I glanced at the window where the waning sunset of early autumn. Red-yellow column of light, like fire. The world beyond the glass was enveloped in flames, which no one noticed. How strange, but sometimes you have to realize that even your relationship is not perfect. Why am I thinking about this now? Just my woman goddess of sex, love and the most caring person I know, but why...even she would not have seen what I'm seeing now.

My God, what a misfortune. The woman has signs of attention to the woman. Try not to hang yourself from the madness and not go off in the infernal cauldron of depravity ahead of time.

You know, sometimes I have a feeling that her day is not exactly twenty-four hours.

The intelligentsia always had problems to get into the Cabinet with the door unlocked, like all the boldness of mind was spent in research activity and not a drop was left for social life.

By the way, to knock out of the rut can not only knock, but the annoying squeak of a mosquito disgusting, vengeful buzzing bees, and the children crying over nothing.