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A gust of wind preceding a thunderstorm that is about to burst, driving us into the house and also trying to snatch the door handle from our hands, or an acute toothache when it seems that all the troubles, suffering and conflicts of the world are concentrated in your jaw, these are things in the reality and meaning of which we may perhaps someday doubt, but at the moment when we feel them, these things do not allow any doubt and are extremely real.
Cozy autumn happiness quietly and imperceptibly fills the soul, settles down there like a fluffy ball to warm you up when the turn of bad weather and cold comes...
The web, smelling of juniper and fir needles, has crystal tints. A soft velvet scarf of new life is knitted. Freeze, touch your face and forget. Autumn is coming. The threads of fate are woven.
This is the most magical time - from the first day in still sunny September to the very last day of foggy November. It is not difficult to notice this magic - just let autumn into your heart and your home!
And if a dead man comes to the house, who was buried for the third day, I think his family will suspect something is wrong even without black iron.
If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief would come, he would have been awake and would not have allowed his house to be dug up. Be ready also, for at what hour you do not think, the Son of Man will come.
Quote Explanation: Gospel of Luke. (12:39-40).
The quieter the attic, the better the house!
Stay humble, life is short...
The library is a house that is built not from stone, but from letters, creating an atmosphere filled with knowledge and inspiration.
The first of September was approaching - the day of drastic life changes and, as Irina heard yesterday in the crush of the school fair, the great migration of peoples. This is something from history, or rather she did not remember. But the peoples really moved: their tenants returning after their summer vacation quickly gathered in their apartment building.
Old and new houses smell very different. Our house is old, and it smells of a garden, freshly baked bread, a wood-burning stove, homemade ham, pickles from the cellar... And new houses smell of glass, concrete stairs, gas water heaters, noisy yards, tall street lamps...
Dream and believe. To live and love. Enjoy every day. And remember that summer will return ...
When the house is clean, the mind is also in order.
and the meadow could be seen blooming ...
Quote Explanation: Translated by Alexander Dolin.
Dropping dreams...
