eyes [Theme]

The great miracle of travel is to keep not only your eyes open, but also your heart.

I can’t hold back the guilt of my heaviness.

Many lush, proud flowers bloomed in the garden, and the less fragrant they were, the more important they became. The peonies were puffing out their cheeks - they all wanted to become bigger than the roses; Is it really a matter of size? There was no one more colorful and elegant than tulips, they knew this very well and tried to stay as straight as possible in order to be more conspicuous. None of the proud flowers noticed the small daisy growing somewhere near the ditch.

I came up with a thing. It’s very embarrassing, but what can you do? You have to eat. When the rain subsides, I sometimes run to a nearby place to visit a familiar baster maker. In the evenings he dances to the gramophone. They dance the foxtrot. Must be a dog dance. I’ll stand on my hind legs, pull up my stomach, spin around and nod my head. All the couples will stop dancing... They will gather in a circle and laugh so hard that you can’t hear the gramophone. And they order me such a portion of meat that I can barely get home. Moreover, I’ll bring a veal bone in my teeth for breakfast... That’s how much you have to humiliate yourself for the sake of hunger!

In fact, she, of course, did not care about his well-being. I wanted him to sit next to her and say how amazing she was, and his eyes would sparkle with admiration and delight. What the hell is money - everything is secondary. Moreover, what the hell is sex, which everyone and everywhere pushes as almost the main driver of human actions? Ugh, and grind! Leave this primitiveness to Uncle Freud. In the living human soul everything is much more complicated.

“No,” Oliver answered coldly. - Show me something.

The eyes of a man who can walk on a tightrope do not lie.

She ran back to the garden.

On eyes weaned from tears.

Our happy marriage began through literature. When I read Russian writers, it’s as if my inner eyes open.

Even in oblivion, you will shake with fear of THEM, what awaits you next.

Anahit, throwing her tight dark braid behind her back, reached for an apple. Now we both chewed silently and watched as the first wedge of birds, smoothly flapping their wings, flew over our dacha. I wish I could take off like a bird and fly wherever my eyes take me. Not afraid of a reprimand from parents, reproaches from Vitka or Anait... Not afraid of anything. Saying goodbye to summer, turn your wings to the wind and rush towards the unknown. And from fear, happiness and delight, your whole life flashes before your eyes like a whirlwind. The planet is flying and spinning, and I am with it.

Create.

I looked up, a handful of blue and white stars were shining in the sky. I wonder why the night is called dark?