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She was afraid of the last hour before dawn. She was sure that the secret flow of life was becoming weaker and almost fading away at this last hour of the night. And only this hour she was afraid and did not want to be alone. At other times, she was so brave that I asked my teeth more than once when I looked at her.

Here's the brave new world you were looking for.
Pour yourself the dawn into an exquisite glass,
season it with a ray of divine gloss.
No one told us that it was possible to live like that.
Look, thank you, you deserve it,
Learn, like the first time, to laugh uncontrollably.
Once upon a time, three years ago,
You punished yourself for everything involity,
But then the dawn came and the darkness burned all out...
Remember the colors, talk to the water,
And tomorrow morning repeat it all,
And with each creature come into contact closer.
Do not dare to execute yourself for past sins.
Some wise god created you like that,
That is the spirit of the fire, then the clot of star dust ...
A new day comes, sparkling, big,
In which everything will be fine from now on,
In which everything is easy and never too late.

In his youth, everything seems completely different. Even sunsets and sunrises take on different colors and seem brighter.

How much it seems to us, but so little lives up to expectations. The cool night with light snow was able to calm down, relieve stress. The pain inside went away from the coolness, and the dusk, combined with Billy Boyd's melody, involuntarily drove into a drowsiness. Just for the sake of this it is worth growing, working, buying a car in order to get out alone and feel this feeling of incomparable loneliness. The sound of nature, the smell of fresh snow. Indeed, in our cruel century - the 21st century - there are almost no people left with whom you can go for a run in the morning and argue with whom you can be silent, with whom you can dream. Dream about what will never be: about the White City or about the eternal to think. What topics are always relevant? Books, the very first editions of books. This topic is so interesting, full of irony, tenderness, but it is eternal and interesting. And how few of those with whom you can lie on the green grass and watch the clouds swarm in the sky. No, it could be anything but love. A friend you want to dream with. And see how the clouds change shape, clouds that sometimes look like a thick white ship, and sometimes like a dark castle of ghosts. There are even fewer people with whom you can describe words of love on the first snow. And think only about that person. How blind and strange people are - they learn to appreciate those they have only after they feel the pain of loss. Slowly the new moon and the first rays of the sun, as if fighting among themselves, expose the winner - dawn. A bluish sky, heavy, but so beautiful, overshadowed by darkness, but part of it owns the light. Eyes involuntarily drop to the clock. Early morning. Alas, that day has passed, and no one knows what this one is preparing.

Time to hear yourself and understand what you want today.

Scarlet Dawn! Blood was spilled at night!

But will I open Tibet!

August dawn,
Sleep spreads the fog.
Summer, are you all?!

If I knew that the dawn Paradise, but wouldn't sleep another night.

Imagine a place where reigns eternal night. You hope that one day the dawn will come, but the darkness does not go away... I was there. Down there, I was surrounded by emptiness. But I never had one.

In any case, I do not lose heart. Despondency is a sin. As long as you stand up, see the sunrise and the sunset, you have no right to despair. Will live happily ever after!

Spell silence
With the first ray of dawn,
So, over time, sleep
All the flowers are waiting for words of greetings.

How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night and night by day oppressed;
And each (though enemies to either's reign)
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven;
So flatter I the swart-complexioned night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even:
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make griefs' strength seem stronger.




How can I overcome fatigue,
When I am deprived of goodness alone?
The stress of the day makes night,
And the night as day, and tormented me with a longing.
Day and night - the enemies to each other -
Like shake hands.
I labor the day, rejected by fate,
And do not sleep at night, grust apart.
To afford positioning the dawn,
I compared to thee a fine day
And dark night sent hi,
Having said that, stars like you.
But the harder my next day,
And darker coming of night the shade.

Light blue dawn again putting to bed.
Lie has no meaning, it forces close.
Eyes, not to see what you managed to lose.