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To grieve a person with your mean act is like thunderbolt hitting a pole and frightening everyone around. Lightning does not care where to strike, whom to cause trouble - it can hit a window, a tree, and a person. So the egoist does not care who to offend and whose peace of mind to violate. Indifference to one's conscience and shame is ugly, low. In fact!

- And thank God.

And this is the legendary house where Dangar looked out the window!

And here comes the gray night.

November is knocking on the window with gusty wind and raindrops... It warms with the aroma of cardamom and cinnamon, fragrant tea and love, and fills the heart with tenderness, comfort and warmth... Time to warm up and warm up.

There is a person in hate. He who loves, loves and hates. Humanity has all the flaws that need to be loved. Knowing the open window through love. Or closing doors through hate.

I don't look people in the eyes very often. Eyes are like windows: sometimes you look into such a window and see there what you were not supposed to see at all.

Go to India and end up in Patagonia. Learn Spanish and learn Portuguese. You know, if things go on like this, then one day, instead of throwing a cigar out the window, I will throw myself out.

Here you are sitting alone in the apartment, it is already evening and the clouds do not let in sunlight. Suddenly you hear thunder, it starts to rain heavily. You look out the window. Lights are on in the apartments, and you are alone in the darkness. You lack only one thing - care. You are very lonely.

Hardships change faces, but eyes are a window to the past.

that raged in that life.

And people are the same: we aim high, but from time to time a person enters our life who is actually just a reflection of our dreams and noble aspirations. And sometimes, because of a collision with a stone, we fall down and drown in the river of our own tears.

We are told that love smells like roses, but as it turns out, love smells like bleach, hospital, and fear. Anger and feelings of powerlessness. And despite this, I do not want to forget what we have experienced. Not one minute. Not one time you climbed in through a window. Wake up! I want to hug you again. Feel your skin. Kiss your lips. Wake up and we'll face our fears together. Thanks to you, I believed in love, it would be nice now and love believed in us ...

You can't go through the door, it's dirty there. Need to the window!