the evening [Theme] Page 1
After all, someone lights up these magical stars for you every evening...
That evening with you I was myself, as well as in the morning too.
May good win!
It's strange that people, out of habit, continue to say kind
- Understood. So, no recording.
I never published it. Maybe one day I will. It's good to know that there is a bulletin board that holds all hope, and that all the places we go and the people we stare at and the letters we leave for others to find are not in vain.
If you find this letter ... How I found the meaning of life by writing hundreds of letters to strangers Hannah Brencher
Strogoff: I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding, Svetlana. The war has begun, the jokes are over. [screeching, walks away]
Do not be afraid to make mistakes, only a fool is afraid to make mistakes. Because the sage is forced to step where no one has gone before, and this is inevitably accompanied by wandering. Science as a whole is indebted to those who gave out misconceptions that had to be refuted. Usually, people are not only afraid to make mistakes themselves, but they are also afraid to spend time with someone to no avail, and at the same time, instead of exchanging ideas, they are able to exchange cards at the table all evening.
But then the evening comes. A strange and unfaithful hour is approaching when the curtain of heaven falls and the city bursts into flames. Gas jets are blotched on the purple of the sunset. Honest and dishonest, prudent and dissolute people breathe a sigh of relief: At last
Why does the memory tear the heart apart?
Quote Explanation: Gypsy song.
- They're magical.
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Quote Explanation: "You" that is, in the dawn of the day-morning, you can be anyone, and at night you become yourself, without any masks.
Actually, if you think about it, it's also creepy that I die every night when I fall asleep. Each of us dies. Disappears as a person. A different person wakes up, renewed, with a different perception of the world: morning
What will this evening be like...
“It’s even unusual to feel so much love at once,” my mother said two days before her death. I doubt that any of us will be lucky - so to speak - to die such a perfect death when our time comes. To die rather quickly and completely painlessly, under the supervision of their own children, in the circle of a loving family. A couple of days before my mother's death, almost by accident, the whole family: children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren - gathered in the house. In addition, two of her old friends arrived. While she lay in her bedroom on the second floor, we gathered at the dinner table, reminiscing about her life, drinking in memory of her, although she was still alive, and enjoying dinner prepared by my future wife, Kate.
