ANASTAS. Inspiration Why, Why?. Why Since Any Bad

ANASTAS. Inspiration Why, why?. Why since any bad day the life at us has gone ? Why on change of violent pleasure which could kindle all which could even create a miracle how when I the world have got out of a gangster limousine why on change to it, wonder-working, the melancholy has come, not leaving oppression on heart has come?. Earlier I home flied from everywhere where was, with impatience without choking almost. My eyes burnt, cheeks flared: just about now I will meet it, with my Egorushkoj, with my live breath, with love long-awaited, with a flame , with my happiness, with my man, with my wise husband and the fire lover who has opened for the first time to me me, with my ideal of the person which always arrived on honour and justice, now I will meet that my embodied dream about which to a meeting with it I even did not know, did not think!. So happens, why I began to come back home without hurrying up, any internal feeling , and houses too I do not live any more, and I exist? Why I as a mechanical doll potter with children, exactly, without a spark, I communicate with employees on chair and with students why I avoid meetings and conversations with parents whom all feel and, I know, take hard my condition?.