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I seemed suddenly opened, what actually is the meaning of life. Not in the favor of the king or the struggle for a better position in court. Nor even that a little more to raise the prestige of our family. All of this nonsense. I want her to be happy.

In fact, I was quite happy - she opened her eyes this morning and looked at me so closely that it became clear - she recognizes me, knows I'm her mother.

You know, everything is so unstable: today, your little girl is just starting to walk, and tomorrow it's already running on the highway. And you're a mother, you need to adapt to the fact that your daughter continues to grow. You just hope that she'll live her life better than you.

Daughters harder than war.

Every man dreams of having a son, but us daughters, they still love more))

Love daughters, and live with mothers-in-law.

- No, it's mine! - immediately found me.
On my dad's face alternately reflected astonishment, regret, and confusion.
- Um, I'm glad you're using protection, ' he muttered and closed the door.
Use protection... He does not even know that I had never kissed!

Poor guy... Pale, nedospaty, nedobity, underfed, nedorezannye, nedostirannymi, under-loved!

Quietly, slowly goes the night
And a new day again, wings spreading.
The whole city is sleeping and only crazy daughter
Someone else's husband passionately embraces.
She's drunk from the sweet speeches
Trembles, every breath enjoying
Burn, burn with the flame of eyes
Like a Phoenix, reborn again.
And happy he's with her
Only for her quietly humming.
The lioness, deer, swallow his
It is called Belovezhskaya Pushcha.
Obvinenie lunar blue,
In each other eagerly satisfy your hunger,
That the house is waiting,... on the Other
Only in the morning, each remembers.
Who is to blame? Well, whose fault,
That later was found, and see sneak?
The forbidden fruit tastier by the day,
And the night beckons again with sweet poison.

Don't forget, Astrid: you're my daughter and you're perfect. Remember?

Our modern concepts about relations between father and daughter is very spakowany scholastic rigmarole and standardized symbols of the psychoanalytic benches.

"Natasha I have, fortunately, cold, - she said, - not me... the better. She will be happy." Darya Mihailovna was wrong. However, the rare mother understands his daughter.

- You're my favorite daughter!!
- I'm your only daughter!!!
Who knows.......

... I like you so much in your nineteen. I like your an old soul. The soul that knows how to hurt and to heal. To hear and understand. The soul that knows how to cry with me about me a about yourself. Reverent angel, bringing the leg to a bed in a General fashion bitchiness. Now you don't even need to watch accusingly. My opinion in front of your eyes and so. You're trying the limits of strength, but do not cross them. My girl.