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If you love your house - even if I don't love, there is nothing more comfortable, safer, nicer the first week after returning.

Those two I was very comfortable: they radiated a warmth and kindness.

The pure flame of love cannot burn in the foul atmosphere, kotoeri we breathe, but before it suffocates, we can ignite this torch cozy fire of affection.

I feel like coming from the chilly street, I changed into home - an old worn shirt and pants that won't wear on people, but are all cosy and comfortable; poured into a large mug of strong, hot tea and opened a new book of a favorite writer. Read a few pages and contentedly looked at how many more pages to come...
The warmth, tranquility and expectation of something good...

Few people know that immediately after the autumn equinox coziness under the blanket, if it is described as the difference between the temperature under the blanket and outside of it, divided by acclivity begins to grow exponentially and exceed the comfort out of the blanket. By February it reaches such values, that work for extricating adult and especially a child from under the blankets, to Express it in joules per square centimeter bare or even covered Baikova pajamas body is equal... in Short, many do not get out from under the blanket until April. Unless, of course, from time to time to bring them in bed with new books, hot tea, and allow to shake the crumbs from the cookie sheets on the floor.

In a city apartment Uyut is not easy to create - one for that puts in all the rooms porcelain figurines of pioneers, dancers, and writers, bought at a flea market; the other in artistic disorder scatters intelligent books on the Desk, and even in each insert five tabs; the third in front of the oven in which rumanetsa a dozen chicken legs from the supermarket, puts the armchair, lights his pipe and makes a man lie at his feet on the synthetic rug room dog the size of a cat; the fourth... However, all of this city. In the village, to create a cosiness, enough to flood the stove or in the early spring to grow on the window sill cucumbers, covered with fine milk bristles.

Be a pleasant person, so as not to cause a sense of tension from those who communicate with you. Be cozy like an old worn Shoe or an old hat.

Homeland is not only a full fridge and career prospects. Homeland, like it or not, it is also the people. Different people, good and bad, completely unnoticed manages to sneak into your life and become... Yes, become a family.

Paris. Here is where to dine. Lunch is not lunch, if you're not in Paris and not stuck in the restaurant for so long that the waiters already began pointedly to knock on the sign "We are closed" sign. And politely cough. Ah, no one coughs as politely as a Parisian waiters.

Someone who knows how to organize his life, will be comfortable even in hell.

... Man, to feel comfort, to relax, should definitely isolate themselves from the outside world. And the easiest way to do this, a change of clothes!

In this house one day steadily flows into the other, and each day contained all other days, they would come in like waves on the shore. The rhythm soothed, and his repetition was comforting any anxiety to appease any wrath.

A little mess adds to the charm.

Silence...
It's always different...
Yesterday, the lack of sound...
Today the silence is deafening to the soul, like the calm before the storm...
Tomorrow the silence can become bland to the taste,
And the next day it can become surprisingly cosy, just the long-awaited visitor silently slips in the door letting over their shoulders the sun...