the evening [Theme] Page 4

But that's exactly what I do! I'm sure you just have to look at Edward with the right expression, and he will immediately forget me and run after you.

Yes, I think I've had enough, Red. I've had enough.

That evening, I thought about safe sex. Strange, because it is only when we are in physical danger that we begin to take precautions. But what about the soul? Maybe it's time for us to publish a booklet with recommendations on how we can not jeopardize our relationship? But even if you take all the necessary precautions and protect yourself from possible risks, can sex be absolutely safe at all?

I will warm your heart with my fragile soul...“

human ?. Living is not a sin.

Faithful to her all the time.

No?

It was March. But it is not always possible to rely on meteorology, it sometimes arranges a June evening earlier or later than it should be.

I laugh because I hope he is wrong.

awesome.

My dear ones! Pray! Like a bird without wings, a person cannot live without prayer. Yes, Lord, in the morning I got up: "In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit!" Cross yourself once more than wave your hands a hundred times. Dinner has arrived. They would have forgotten to pray and read Our Father. Duck again: "Lord, bless!" Evening has come. Some kind of radiculitis, but some have pressure, and some do not. Duck, at least come to bed, but think with your thoughts: “Glory to Thee, Lord! The day has passed - I thank You, Lord. " Here are these three little prayers, and it is advisable to repeat them every day. This is very desirable, and who, moreover, is commendable.

It was a dangerous feeling because he knew it was all an illusion. Sasha will never be his wife, they will never have a daughter, and this evening, when he prepares dinner, and a five-year-old girl tells him something with enthusiasm, will never happen again. And you shouldn't allow yourself to enjoy it, so as not to regret it later.

I believe in genes. And I already have bells. I have a glass of wine every night. But one at a time! Thank God, now I bought large glasses in the aquarium department. I'm not lying to myself. One glass. I don't have a husband or children now. I have a responsibility only to myself, to my neighbors sometimes. Sometimes I just want a change with Tsoi at two in the morning.

I am offended that there are club photographers who earn twenty thousand per evening and poor fellows who take photographs for documents and receive 150 rubles a week. Why is it so unfair? The former take drunken club photos, and the latter take photographs for the most important documents. Imagine, his hand trembled, they did not recognize you in the photo, and then the border guards at customs will shove the whole ass over. And my question is, why are they taking four photos? The first for a passport, the second for a license, the third for a monument ... Who should carry the fourth?