rain [Theme]

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!

No more good changes.

Another day of spring. If only humanity would blossom, common sense would blossom, the shoots of change would rise and ripen to fruition. I never stop believing in miracles, but in essence this is what saves me.

Dragons get terribly tired from flying. If they are unable to sleep after this, they become sad. So sad that they are impossible to deal with. And if it starts to rain, then this starts...

- But with us it’s the other way around. When we hear the bells of Güstrow, there will be no rain for a whole week.

You see, a person leaves almost no traces of himself. You are born into the world, you try to do something, without knowing why, but you still continue your attempts; Having been born at the same time as many other people, you are connected to them, and therefore, when you try to move your arm or leg, you seem to be pulling strings, but the strings are tied to the arms and legs of everyone else, and they are all also trying to pull them and also don’t know why, they only know that all the strings are tangled and interfere with each other, just as if five or six people were trying to weave a carpet on one loom, and each would like to weave his own pattern into it, but you know that this does not matter no meaning, otherwise those who created this machine would have arranged everything much better, and yet it cannot but matter - after all, you continue your attempts, in any case you should continue them, and then suddenly it turns out that everything is over, and from you are left with just a block of stone on which something is scratched, unless, of course, someone bothered to put this marble up and scratch something on it, and now the rain pours on it and the sun shines, and soon no one remembers a name , what these scratches mean, and it doesn't matter either.

Life is not about waiting for the rain to fall, but about learning to dance to its tune.

Everything is mortal... Everything is predetermined.

Everything is mortal... Everything is predetermined.

Singing GuitarsLate Sad Quotes

Singing GuitarsLate Sad Quotes

The most important thing is not to predict the rain, but to build the ark on time.

Everyone went their separate ways, carrying sadness into their hearts and hoping that parting would bring them victory.

Or are the streets unlit...?