silence [Theme]

Sometimes laughter is your salvation. A joke can bring a group together. Heal the wound, kill the silence.

Silence is a time for your own tragedy.

Even one careless movement can disrupt it.

Even one careless movement can disrupt it.

February. Silence began. The pleasure of taking the first steps towards your dream. Enjoy!

In the meantime, she serenely spreads her snow-white veil over the hopelessly tired earth... it inevitably relaxes, calms down and, like a child, is forgotten in a short sweet sleep...

Days follow each other, wonderful moments erase troubles, after hurricanes comes silence, peace and serene warmth... EVERYTHING was, is and will be in life, it is important for everyone to remain yourself and carry within yourself the values that are truly important. And to understand that the darkest hour is before the dawn, which will return everything to its place, and from which something bright, new, clean will begin...

Robinson accelerated and released the throttle. He gasped and let go. He gasped and let go. The rich smell of freshly burned gasoline filled the path. The world might have been a rotting corpse, that's all, but silence had been banished, at least here and now, and that was good. It was absolutely amazing. “Get the fuck out, silence,” he thought. - Get out. Get the fuck out and take with you the nag you hobbled on. This is my horse, it’s made of steel, how do you like it?”

Peace is an integral element of creativity. He collects, he purifies, he organizes internal forces, he reunites everything scattered by wild movement. If a bottle of liquid is shaken and then placed again, the impurity will settle to the bottom; so in a person who suddenly finds himself outside of a restless, hectic life, silence and reflection more clearly crystallize his character.

And then silence.

A smile is just a deceptive defense. Crazy people laugh to hide the emptiness inside.

There is only now and today. Silence and tranquility of this day..

What makes my heart beat is colorful silence.

I can not fall asleep. And I can't read. I don’t turn on the light so as not to wake up Katya. That's who doesn't have problems sleeping. And I can’t sleep in this silence! It’s so quiet here, it’s as if you’re sitting in a deep basement. Moscow is never so quiet. Always cars. Always people. The computer is noisy. Or a washing machine. Or water is pouring. It turns out that there are people who live in silence. And without water.