weasel [Theme]

Death - it calms everything ... it is affectionate for us ... If you die - you will rest, they say ... that's right, dear! Because - where is a person to rest here?

And they couldn't touch the shower.

Destiny? And whose caress was not a lie?

He will drive everyone into a circle ...

For the lips, not a mother, but an affectionate mother ...

Have you ever had that? you are happy, you smile, you feel that you are needed. affection, care. what you wanted.
but. there is always a but. somewhere deep you still understand that it's temporary, and this smile, and these people, and this happiness. yes, you are surrounded by care and love, attention, good people. but, no matter how cool, you feel a note of sadness. sadness at the realization that this is an increasing illusion. an illusion that can evaporate at any moment. the illusion you always expect. but when it comes, you still don't feel happy. still something will be wrong!
and then you start putting everything in place. people will leave. the smile on your face will disappear. and there will be no more care and attention. love? it's gone. and it wasn't. you don't remember when you stopped believing in her. year? two ago? I guess. maybe more. it doesn't matter. either way, you'll be alone. one. it's when you comfort yourself with the words "it's better to be alone than to be judged." and you don't know how long it's going to last. if this time everything went faster and a man appeared. again. there was a man, people. again. attention, care. again. love? No.
and everything goes in circles again. Every time.

I don't look forward - and as far as I'm gentle,
And as good as your affection is warm,
I won't ask you, for a long time,
Is it not by the whim of a woman that she was born,
Won't it deceive the soul like a fairy tale?..
But I will not torture myself,
In order not to cause doubts unwittingly;
I love your speeches and songs to hear,
It is easy and free for me to breathe with you,
I'm happy with you - and enough is enough...

No one demands great deeds from you, but small ones: here to say an affectionate word, there to be silent, there not to be offended, there to respond meekly to a sharp word, there to forgive, there to cover the sin of your neighbor with love, there is a sin not to see ...

People don't change at all. Times change, and people remain the same. Everyone wants love, affection, tenderness.

... Rough appearance is deceptive ... and often it hides tenderness and affection.

She was all love, all tenderness and caress! She is meek and shy, she did not see or know, except his love. It does not excite anybody no anger, no jealousy, no envy...

Wonderful charm takes the soul in gentle captivity.

His hands remember everything: touching, affection, kissing, but only thoughts are unconscious and ignorance the most important.

Ustinka realized that so loved his woman. It was this covering wide men's affection, that hidden power,
which irresistibly attracted me, - people women are able to forgive, because only some of them feel women. Exactly with such woman and felt Ustinka.