trail [Theme] Page 2

Each book contains a piece of those who read it. So every reader carries with him the trace of the books he has read.

We live, plunging into a variety of feelings, plunging headlong, trying to absorb them in order to keep the smell and aroma of events in ourselves longer. We penetrate into other people's souls, gently, by touch, in order to imperceptibly leave our mark. We are intertwined with sounds, quiet and sonorous, drowning in a host of voices. We lower the fingertips on someone's palms, feeling the subtle rhythm of our life through the irresistible connection of human feelings.

you couldn't beat me.

"Alien mouth - darkness." I mean, they can tell you anything, so get all deals in writing. That is, leave a paper trail behind you.

The laughter of the crowds, fraught with temptations.

Not every trail becomes a path, not every trail becomes a road, not every road becomes a path.

But quite the opposite. When it comes to you...

My mother, you know, has always interested me. I was looking for her all the time. In the pantry, where my father kept boxes of photo albums, in cabinets, where all sorts of documents lay. On the streets. I just knew that when someone loves as much as my father loved my mother, there must be some traces left.

No!

But not between us.

To the empty streets, where the snow has swept to its heart's content.

We follow in the footsteps of those who ahead of us have not solved the problem.

- Exactly the same as Elon Musk on Roskomos. Very annoying.

Not at all noticing his own footprint underfoot.