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I'll never know which one of them ruffled my hair when they left, so every time I think about it, I imagine different people, and it's like they all did it.

only the teacher was stubborn, and saw the whole truth ...

Is it hair or dog hair?

I love autumn for its comfort. By themselves, there are huge, almost masculine, sweaters in the closet, long scarves to accompany and warm us on walks. Chestnuts, fallen leaves for the new herbarium and other autumn joys scatter in the pockets. October quietly follows us with felt steps, knocking drops of silver rain on the windows, pulling the wind out of her hat hair. And the house is warm and somehow very calm in the soul ...

“On the island of Buyan, on the blue ocean, there is a domino, in it there is lard and clay, gray hair - food to hell, and the servant of God [Name] will never be touched. Demons will forget the way home. The dead to the dead, the living to the living.

a breath of wind, a scarlet silk ribbon danced. Who would have thought that such peace could descend upon a person only because somewhere on a wooden balcony on a cold moonless night a lonely child with a scarlet silk ribbon, barely gleaming in the dark, is sitting.

... August - pieces of summer dissolve into sunset - dark green leaves turn light brown - pages of freshly opened books crunch - golden reflections draw patterns on the cheekbones - hair flows in light waves over the shoulders while running through a field of tall grass - handles leave graceful touches on the last pages of the diary...

Summer is incredible. I scoop it up in handfuls, and not get drunk ...

because under water you can not see the water that flows from the eye socket.

"You didn't live with me. Do you remember how you died with me?

I live, savoring every day, because time is like sand through the palms...

- A spoiled whiner.

- Rest. - Contemptuously came from the darkness into which I irreversibly failed.

Summer is the time when all sorts of magical things can happen to you. Braid your hair with two braids, take an old bicycle and go wherever your eyes look, to the horizon thread. Or maybe go swimming before a thunderstorm and dive from the bridge, as in childhood. Running in the rain in a flowing thin dress and accidentally run into a stranger who after a while will become more to you than the entire universe. Go to the mountains with old friends, sit in front of a fire until dawn, laugh and sing your favorite songs until you wheeze. Spend the night on the balcony, look at the star pollen and be silent, so that this wonderful silence will be remembered later even after many years. Don't be afraid to be who you are, with your desires of a 17-year-old girl in your soul. Cut your bangs, weave flowers into your hair, wear a polka dot dress, jump over puddles and paint your nails the color of fresh lettuce, because that's the summer mood. To smile. Be in love. Live.