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The rain was getting stronger, it was soaking into her clothes, but it didn't matter. Warmth came from within, from the soul. Turning, she ran back along the dam, thinking about the strange meanings of the words "inside" and "outside." What difference does it make how many people are around, whether you are single or live in a large family! For example, Scylla and even Andrew were "outside" at times. Anna knew now that it all depends on how you feel deep down inside.

The servant of God and yours read a prayer. Did he think before reading it? Is this one prayer? No, there are two of them: one - which he said aloud, and the other - which he did not say. And both reached the ears of the one who hears all requests - expressed and unspoken. Think about it - and remember. If you begin to ask for blessings on your deeds and deeds, be careful, because at this moment you can inadvertently bring a curse on your neighbor. If you pray for rain, because your fields need it, then you may be praying for a disaster for a neighbor whose land does not need moisture and rain will only spoil his crop.

A cheerful person is like a young flowering tree. It grows, blooms, reaches for the sun, accepts with gratitude both clear weather and life-giving rain. Its shadow gives rest to the weary traveler, and the birds nest in its hospitable branches. Always aspiring to heaven, it pleases others and rejoices itself - and this is its strength.

- Witch ... Witch ... - voices rustled in the crowd - so familiar that Lara was covered with goosebumps.

And yet the rain is less harmful than the people who warn about it.

Anyway, memory is an amazing thing. We remember the umbrella only when it starts to rain.

Like dust washed away by rain, they will disappear from this world.

- Say hello to them!

And choke on love.

September for pine eyelashes.

whether it will snow or rain whether the music will play or not, one thing is clear without any il ... there will be one hooligan who loves you very much

This autumn has taught me to live here and now. Live today. Stop a moment. Look at the sky Listen to the rain Love the fall. Give your face to the wind. Go through the puddles. Enjoy the sun. Watch sunsets. Don't miss the dawn. Love silence. Don't be afraid of thunder. Wait for snow. Rustle the leaves. Collect bouquets. Give joy. Don't be sad for no reason. And don't be sad for a reason. Breathe. Love. Live...

November is knocking at the very heart, as if reminiscent of this almost black gold beauty. And anyway, if it's raining outside, you put on your boots and go for a walk. You breathe in almost frosty air. You embrace everything around with a close look. Dreaming of a cup of spiced cocoa. About fragrant apple tart. With a layer of airy meringue inside. And suddenly you want so much to go home, to comfort, to warmth, to a cloud of cinnamon. November. He makes us listen to our smallest desires. Don't miss a detail. Hug yourself and loved ones with tenderness and care. And love.

I love autumn, coffee and chrysanthemums. I love the autumn air, like thick honey and sticking to my fingertips. I love the rustle of fallen leaves under my feet, I love silence and autumn slowness, rain and dullness. I hear jazz notes in autumn. A little sleepy, viscous, enveloping. They smell like coffee with cinnamon and chocolate. Jazz is so well written and read, thought and slept. And it doesn’t matter to you at all what the weather is outside the window, the main thing is to always be warm in your heart ...