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Spring is when the windows are wide open, even at night, when you jump up at 6 in the morning and run to meet the dawn, when you want to be tender, feminine and beautiful, arrange tulips throughout the house and lay a white tablecloth for breakfast, hang floral curtains, and let the wind casually fingered them, and sunbeams jumped on the walls, put on a pale pink dress with beautiful sandals and wait for her to come - blooming, light, tender, turn your head and fill the air with a delicate aroma of romance.
My beloved girl... in this age of emancipation and progress, when men take postnatal leave to care for a child, while their women continue to build a career replacing tampons with cups, I wish you to follow only your personal values. Trends, trends, advice from newly minted family relationship coaches, all bullshit! Don't listen to anyone, only your inner voice. Your intuition. My heart. Do as you please. Bake fragrant pies and sit at home, if you are high, and do not care about the red diploma of a lawyer, you are much more comfortable in a silk robe than in a black robe. Or build an empire, if you have dreamed about it all your life, and no pangs of conscience if there is no dinner for your husband in the evening. And if there is no husband at all and acquaintances once again climb into the soul, why not married, why not yet given birth, send them a photo in a mini dress from a cool party or from your last trip, in the company of a beautiful stranger - let them envy. Live for yourself, not for others. Don't betray yourself. Follow your dream. And remember that you deserve the very best. Smile. Even if you pass through the desert. To spite all the winds. Keep your head up, with faith in the best, in Your best. Know that there, on the horizon, new wonderful things, bright events, amazing people are waiting for you. Do not look back. The most interesting things are ahead of you. Ahead - the whole life! I love you. Yours.
Take care of the dress from the new, and honor from the youth.
He simply hated his poverty-ridden relatives - father and mother, and Julia, and the rest. I hated them for their gloomy housing, bad dress, eternal groans and sighs over pennies, for the fact that we constantly sounded in the house
that a woman wears.
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.
And let it rain outside the window and a terrible mood, a lot of changes, like a downpour on your head, and life's problems, put on a dress of the color of an azure dream and go! Life is amazingly woven from strange things that you are no longer able to influence. She tests you for strength and makes you stronger, gives you kicks in the ass and slaps on the cheeks. To appreciate it more later. And love.
Shout: "Salute, friends!" - as he said when he entered.
Here today and tomorrow there...
Quote Explanation: 1919 year.
You don't fall in love in Cyprus in the summer of 1974. Not here and not now. And yet they fell in love, these two.
Quote Explanation: On July 20, 1974, the Turkish armed forces invaded the northern part of the island of Cyprus, seized the territory and declared it a separate state. The prerequisites for this were inter-ethnic conflicts between Greeks and Turks that took place in 1964 and 1967. On July 15, 1974, the Greek Cypriot terrorist organization EOKA-B overthrew Archbishop Makarios III, the President of Cyprus, which led to the invasion of Turkish troops, who saw this as a danger to their interests in Cyprus.
- Don't go away, please don't leave me.
- Is it necessary to be such a wretch again?
A dress with a zipper on the back reconciles the spouses best.
The red dress is really a victorious adornment of a woman.
Release Date: 07.02.2017
I moved to Beth, and she looked, not smiling, not saying a word. The light fell softly on her upturned face. There is something charming in a woman after a party, when she, so to speak, has already been run in, no longer looks or smells like a brand new car in a window. The nose gleams a little, scattered hair can be stroked, and painted lips can be kissed; the dress begins to correspond to the outlines of the body, and not to the feverish intention of the dressmaker. And, it can be assumed, the woman again feels like a woman, and not an embarrassed piece of art.
