hair [Theme]

Initially, we are driven by love and passion. It's clear. But when it passes, there must be responsibility. Both husband and wife must be responsible, and for this they must be prepared. Some of my friends don't like it - they say I persuade girls not to like men. And I tell them: you need to take seriously those who say that they want to unite with you in order to go through all the hardships of this life. It’s not like you have beautiful hair and so on.

I'm not offended.

To snuggle up to them at least once again!

Even her own sisters, who lived here married, looked at her as if she were a stranger: betrothed to the prince, she ascended to a height, like a girl taken by the Sun into his heavenly mansion. Homework, Swans and others wanted to ask her about many things, but they didn’t dare. And she barely recognized them: they were no longer the same girls with whom she had spent her whole life. Half of them have already been walking “heavy” since the fall: Domashka, Vesnoyar, and even Krinka. And everyone seemed to be completely different, unfamiliar women - this is how the women’s magpies over their horned pussycats changed them, hiding their hair and abundantly decorated with woven patterns, temples, and fluffs. They now had completely different thoughts, concerns, expectations and hopes. Their paths have diverged far away: now you can’t stop shouting!

I'm free to be different. Today. Tomorrow. And always.

Snow, snow. Today he doesn’t even fall, but simply flies headlong, as if he is afraid of being late somewhere, not having time to cover the earth with a snow-white blanket. Snow butterflies fly onto your eyelashes, onto your hair, into your soul. And suddenly it becomes so easy and calm in this white silence. And I want to spin around and fly away with this snowfall. Fly to where it is always good and calm. Snow...

Can you believe me - without? I don’t have a portrait now, but I’m small, like a wren bird, and my hair is coarse, like the thorns on a chestnut tree, and my eyes are like cherries at the bottom of a glass from which a guest drank a cocktail. Well, how?

Epilation is when hair is removed from a living person without first killing it.

- Sorry no. You see, I'm starting to like you, and if I go for a walk with you, it will go even further and in the end it will all end in love. At first everything will be fine. But someday the day will come and thunder will strike - bang! You will call me a “crazy egoist”, you will tear out your hair and scream that you don’t want to see me anymore. And I'll be left with a broken heart! I don't need that kind of happiness!

I didn't let my hair down, I didn't flirt.

If your hair develops, they believe that you feel good.

He fought weakly for humanity, but when they grabbed him by the hair, he hit him for real.

Bald men seem to me like people with a past, with a turbulent youth. She is a mystery that I want to solve: where did the person lose his hair? And when they put a wig on me, I feel not like Fillipenko, but like a picture in a hairdresser’s window.

I finally learned the main thing - to follow the principle of time