Sometimes I See, It Is Impossible To It,

Sometimes I see, it is impossible to it, and sometimes I feel that can not turn out. I as arrived? "My Druzhochek, I ask you, fall asleep carefree, have a rest. Appease the greedy, arrange more conveniently, have a sleep, my smart guy. Well, press down a head a small pillow, though half-hour, though for an hour or two!." I will persuade, I will cover, I will throw with a dressing gown, and I leave from it bed in kitchen on affairs that it not to raise. I am then come to it, sleepy, had a rest, bends psychological dumped, forgotten about stress day or even lasting many days, here here at it in an appropriate place the horn indestructible immediately and grows! And to it it is nice, the soul easy, joyful, inspired, a body triumphs, and to me - a soul holiday, a heart name-day! I have it then so much, how many it is necessary to me, both still and still many times. And after all could - to mock, offend, and, as they say, neither, nor people. Correctly say that there are no women cold, is only insufficiently .

It Is Not Necessary! Let In The Sky,

It is not necessary! Let in the sky, in space, in other galaxy, anywhere! And it is necessary nothing in hands. I love you. And nevertheless it is the truth - a miracle: I live, I do not die. It is interesting! So I love - and suddenly I live - without you! To you it not to understand - my surprise, you do not represent also a small part of that me burns. As has quickly passed year! Neither the summer, nor autumns, apparently, also was not: at once December, then March, April. Also there was only you, all year - is filled by one you, and all difficult - by, remains only happy. And you nearby, I am was insolent for your hand and if to close eyes and again to open, shake by a head, even to bite myself - all the same you will not disappear, you - here it, you - are - my person, my such favourite person. I love you! Is and it is happy, , it and is insulting (anyhow, unless differently - is possible?!), it - and as the complaint - I cannot more so, well one draught, one breath! I love your rustic person, I love your head, I love it something growing on your head (My God when I see something similar - as I then not soon come to the senses!), I love, as you speak, I love your intonations, I love your indestructible spirit, I love that is called Egor, - in all set of corporally-mentally-emotionally - world outlook and other all components.

Yes There Also Remained. I Went Home In

Yes there also remained. I went home in a tram and from time to time wound a head to be released from this unexpected misfortune: I was happy with Anastasiej, my consciousness was integral, I lived without lie and , on the contrary, for me became already important habit to share with it all thoughts and feelings, to discuss all affairs. Years have passed, as I and did not think of running from the wife on the party (that was practically with all my previous official and informal wives). If to trust an old legend of philosopher Platon, I have found, at last, the treasured half and here - a crack?! I think also feelings about other woman, I recollect, how it has clung to me, I hear its begun to tremble voice, I wish to embrace her and to console?! That for a misfortune on my poor head! Will suffice, enough from me! I will consult. Anastass on it I will not begin to report for that simple reason that the man if it really man, does not shift the burdens and tortures on a fragile coat hanger of the woman who have trusted in it.

More Shortly, He Has Persuaded Me. The Most

More shortly, he has persuaded me. The most difficult here was - fearless frankness, but the award but was royal! It has willingly met me (for example, in long and various preliminary game), I have considered its predilection for poses which first do not demand from it special efforts, and business has gone!. "Well, mother, you blossom!" - the estimation of my condition colleagues was that, and patients at my occurrence, really, in the face of recovered, such strong went from me biocurrents. And my Petrusha has told: - Thanks you, my friend, for such life amicable and solidary! Means, not the biggest I the wicked creature if has received from destiny such gift! It is a pity that only by the end of a way to me it have brought. Meet you to me earlier also my way would be longer. - That you long, the friend road, - I have objected, - at us holidays, still the long road ahead still is a lot of!. He only has smiled and has pulled about my hair: it knew, that I did not know. He has soon died of a stomach cancer.