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Cozy November... Warm, tasty smelling of fragrant cocoa and autumn pies. And it's so good when near relatives and friends close to us. Such a quiet happiness that you want to wrap in a soft cashmere blanket, cradle, smiling softly and thanking life for Everything...
It hurts a lot when relatives and relatives behave much worse than strangers.
Your home is where your Heart is... Where it is warm and sincere. Where sunsets, pink waves spilling over the evening sky, the smell of freshly cut grass, strawberries on the palm of your hand and conversations, conversations until the very night. Where the stars are very close, as if you can reach them with your hand, collect a handful and throw it in your pocket for good luck. Where the mists gently embrace the dawn. Where it smells of fragrant pastries. Wherever family and friends are. Where there is happiness and love.
They are such sad saints.
Strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, lingonberries and even mushrooms - dear sons and daughters of the forest!
The house is warm but damp; the familiar smell of sleeping people can be felt in the air. Native people. My home is not a shack with crumbling walls and a leaking roof; my home is those who are inside. When I have a new house, I will certainly take the old one with me.
• Our souls rot - our bodies also rot!
The worst of enemies is not the one who is a stranger, but the one who is related to you.
Quote Explanation: Prototype Pobedonostseva
Morally broken ones are not subject to exchange and return at all.
Quote Explanation: Crazy thought and only
When you lose a loved one ... you cherish their memory. But this is not a burden at all ... You ... do everything in your power. Everything ... to make him proud of you ... You just ... want to do it! Here's what I think about the feelings of people who have lost someone.
glad. Now you have to look for a new option ...
Quote Explanation: Christina fantasizes about what her life would be like if she were Angelica Vershinina.
Bye! End of communication ... "
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.
The strongest Love - This is the love suffered through, I am sick and tender, long partings and short meetings, avid kisses and tears of parting. Native hands, beloved eyes and kilometers of desire to be together ... Yunetta
If it is difficult to breathe, close your eyes. Remember the smell of warm bread. Feel the taste of cream cheese on your lips. It's like a kiss with a loved one. Special. Other people's lips smell of awkwardness and mistakes. Relatives - meaningful pleasure, quiet joy that there is someone to breathe oxygen into you, to fill you with life.
