Saturday, March 17, 2007

. Me, I Will Confess, A Little However Has

. Me, I will confess, a little however has jarred on the fatalistic conclusion in its Sermon: say, if to do nothing, disperse mildly. Really it is not clear that it is possible to approach to business from essentially other party: From primary attempt to pick up to itself of such friend (spouse) who as much as possible, ideally would correspond to your standards and ambitions? That there was no at all a divorce problem? Then - in case of good luck - what quantity of tragedies and bloody compositions in private life would manage to us to be avoided! Hardly probable not in every third case! Whether not so? And here, in an amicable way provoked by the favourite Nina Terentevny's meek mild suffering because of inevitability ostensibly a casual lottery of our destinies, I have tried to understand that, how much accident and a method of painful tests and errors are inevitable in a life. It seems indisputable that the main thing for successful marriage - finding of such partner in life, with which coincidence of your basic interests will be not short-term (we will tell, under the influence of the rough passion which however have quickly boiled, so quickly and fallen down), but as much as possible long.

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