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Life - here it is! And if you pay attention to all the small stuff, life can pass by. And then, quite unexpectedly, it turns out that it's already autumn and time to fall asleep. Not every rose is going through winter. But every rose can make my summer the best. Reach for the sun, rejoice in the neighbors flower bed, be thankful for watering and fertilizing - that's simple the secrets to successful roses.

Evening under the stars.
Calm, quiet...
Only red roses
Feelings scarlet whirlwind!
Each other spikes
Gently kill.
Whispering lips
Screamed in pain.
Forgetting himself, fell,
Playing their roles.
Their lives sold,
Cut will!
Brilliant veil,
On the shelves shone.
My fate
Dating waited.
Languished crowd
A smile met.
Left with thee,
Poblenou, wilted...

- Why have you been hiding all over town rose and tossed the coordinates? A single rose I found in an old dovecote on "Savelovsky", the other in the attic of a two story house in the Meadow! Answer!
Ul leaned over, scooped up the snow.
- And "Voykovskaya" is not found? That's what I thought.
- Confessed! Yeah!
- Yeah. I just saw how it was planted - save Ul.
- Who?
- Unknown in a black mask. I chased him, cornered, but he drank acid. Smoldering shoes.

Sharp spikes rose doom to loneliness.

And roses are not blooming, and the evening empty and mute, a bottle of wine and the source of the soul...

Red roses. What could be be more this hackneyed cliche.

One day the farmer, who had never seen the roses, but having heard much about these beautiful flowers, learned that the city has a rose garden, and decided to go to see this miracle. However, coming into the garden, he found it only prickly bushes. "That's the gardener here? he thought. - Except in such circumstances, could grow into something good?" And he decided to rectify the situation. Taking the shears, he cut all the "thorny bushes" and was about to start them out as the gardener came, who, seeing what was happening, he cried:
- What are you doing, insane!
- Like what? Can't you see help you to clean the garden from the prickly Bush, so they don't interfere with growing your roses,- said the puzzled farmer.
- You fool, ' cried the gardener, you almost destroyed them. Because these thorny bushes and there are roses.

Who loves the rose, love and thorns.

Roses are much more honest people. They immediately show spikes and warned that, if they want to offend, they will bite. People are not so. The spikes appear only when they decide to attack.

- Do you like roses?
- No.
- Why?
- These flowers have thorns.
Hmm... They're like us, you know. However, smell better. All people have thorns, you know? Just, unlike the roses, the thorns are hidden from outsiders until then, until someone gets caught. But a bit stronger.

In General, it is nice when you have time to stop and smell the roses...

Fall in love with such
Which you younger or
Will gradually lose the freshness of feelings.
After all women are like roses: bloom -
and fade in a few minutes.

Although we all know that roses without thorns do not exist, but somehow one gets only roses, but only thorns and more roses, the fewer the spikes, and Vice versa.

Shakespeare: the date rose with an axe.