style="font-size:15px;"> Recently I asked him to make me a child. Time flies, and along with the time I’m flying into the abyss. He has no desire to have a child. What am I talking about? Time, of course, flies, but lousy ecology, maybe, the coming third world war? Who knows…
I left him and very happy!
Although he sent me an Imassage painted heart. For some reason, blue. At that moment, I wondered if there was still a heart in me, or already it was pulled out without anaesthesia. Torn and burned. Now it can never be returned?
Although there is a hope that in this our world love still exists. After all, there is still a love of life, for coffee and for Italian spaghetti in the form of a heart.
We must continue to live, where to go?
I decided to walk in torn jeans and in a woollen sweater, which is already with holes. You know, true love is like a real sweater made of wool. Of course, there are holes in the heart, as if from bullets, but we do not know that the shot is life or death. And love is the same.
Inviting smell of ground coffee, which I just prepared, hurrying for an interview. She looked
A lot of clothes that I would like to wear. I tried on ten dresses, but none fit my mental state of freedom and carelessness. Not suitable for the weather. On the street January, but 13 degrees of heat. As a result, she put on a comfortable silk sweater and a leather jacket, bought once in Turkey. I got on the bus and went for an interview.
Recently I had an emotional burnout because of work, because of the search for the meaning of life and the search for true love. And I went to visit my parents, I met with them, and then I planned a trip to Turkey, namely Istanbul. Where Asia and Europe intersect each other. I really liked the seagulls that fly and the shipping ships. Marmara, which transports people and cars from the European part to the Asian region. I took Metro over the city and under the city. Trams and taxis. Tourists standing in line, and shop sellers offering tea and sweets of the East. I decided to go to the Aya-Sofia mosque and the Basilica reservoir, here you can store 80,000 cubic meters of water. But he was given the name of Erebatan-Saray, which means “The palace that collapsed under the ground”. I like this name. I think that in the end, we all will fail under the earth and from this, no one is ever insured. Someone is just in the distant mountains, as in Central Asia because of unresponsive and young mothers, children fall into the fast currents of water at the age of 2 years and never return, and someone falls merely into old age in a dream. And someone just in a goal at the age of 20, as a girl who lives in a city of love did. And some young guys in the prime of life leave and fail because of the ideological differences of countries. Nobody knows the answer. While I was flying to Turkey, there was a lot of turbulence, and then I too.
I thought about dropping into the palace. If I fail and never come back, what will happen to my relatives? What will happen to the plans that I set for myself? But this time everything turned out. Probably, the universe has its own programs, perhaps for some reason, I still need on this earth. Presumably, on this earth still need a man who is looking for true love and who is continuously experiencing an internal war. War of the material world and the battle of the peace of mind. Walking through the streets of Istanbul and seeing different handkerchiefs, I was so sorry, and why on these scarves are not drawn gulls. And she happened to find that handkerchief with seagulls and the sea. I walked every day from morning till night and was happy. Is it abnormal to travel alone? Is she crazy? Maybe yes! I agree with you! Need to be mad to be a solitary tourist? Well, okay. I really love lentil soup, and kebab, and, of course, Rahat-lukum, and how to do without raki – white aniseed vodka. Voila! While I enjoyed this happy moment of loneliness and amid my fantasy. In a dream before flying back to Turkey, I saw a tree. I saw how I made the Selfie climbing this curved tree, and for some reason, I often saw in a dream a city that is built on the slopes of the mountain and smoothly descending to the sea. This was one of the tips of my angel. On the third day of my trip, I walked without any specific plan, it’s like a leaf in the wind. The foliage just begins to fall, and you do not know where it will fall, so do I. Persistent sellers of the tour of the Bosphorus took me by the hand and sold for $ 20 a tour of the Bosphorus. I accepted and sat on the ship for tourists and swept, the wind stroked my face, and my hair was fluttering in the breeze, I was pleased to inhale this sea air. And left the ship, and went up towards the centre of the city, and suddenly
accidentally reached that very tree from my dream. This is one of the angel’s hints. When I left while I was travelling to the airport, I saw a bus numbered 12. It was a sign from an angel that at that very moment in my life I was supposed to be here, and not somewhere else.
I went into the subway.
There was a message from the past.) And it was from the angel that the lines of the great Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.
If life deceives you If life deceives you, Do not grieve, do not be angry!
On the Day of Despondency, Resign
A day of fun, believe it, will come. The heart lives in the future; The present is sad:
Everything is instant, everything will pass. What will give away, it will be cute!
In the evening I went to drink a glass of mojito.
– There are different girls in the lounge bar. Some by themselves, do not owe anything to anyone, they came to drink, for example, mojito after a long working day or those that especially come to the bar as a job, painted, elegant.
– Distinguish their clothes and manner of behaviour.
– The girls in the first category are dressed, what is convenient for them. Jeans, ballet flats or, maybe, their favourite dress. Faint cosmetics and self-confidence, which rush to the bar in the distance. They even, probably, the men do not really need anything, they just like music, for example, the club.49
Another category: they need peasants and peasants also need them for one night or a maximum of two. This is called buying and selling for them. Business people are used to buying and selling everything in this world. People can calmly buy organs. They can say to the girl: “Let’s buy you a phone” – and think that this is all, the love of a poor girl is bought. It is a pity that you can not give in the face and spit. Angel tells me that such people receive punishment differently. There will be a time when before God they will be powerless. After all, God does not take a bill.
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