"Ей всегда было сложно говорить правду. Нам всем...

"It has always been difficult for her to tell the truth. It is difficult for all of us. Perhaps the most unpleasant thing in this society is that you have to put up with who you are. Carefully pronouncing every word, linking them into sentences that come not from the heart, but dictated by the mind, the mind. She it’s always been difficult to talk about how she feels, because she always thought that she wasn’t capable of anything. She tried to do something more than once, but her inner voice always said that it was only a hoax. The inner critic lives in each of us, in he prevails, he sleeps. Few people know that the completed business, like the words in the sentences, is closed with a dot. It shows the work done by you. Summarizes the efforts and time spent. Not always the result gives us joy - but he always teaches Showing that life is not eternal, but leaving things to do every day - we must understand that we are not immortal and that we need to live every day with one new small life. She always lived in a world in which there were no dots looking to the future she was afraid. Meanwhile, all life was flowing nearby. Like a sparkling brook running from one channel to another. How difficult it is for us to live now. I thought while breathing in the air that I could breathe, for a second I felt so immensely well that I smiled. Maybe now after a while she does the same thing somewhere. Maybe ... Bad weather with cold rains, kept her sullen and empty. When I was going home from work I always raised my head to the sky, these cold drops that were so unceremoniously beating on my cheeks and forehead were important to me. How the wind pierced my hair and it made it very cold. But maybe it was because of this cold that I felt the warmth of her heart. She often reproached me for my laziness and negligence in relationships. She did this with good intentions, wishing only good. But I, as an adult child, went against the system, freedom moved me. It is a pity that I did not let her into my freedom. But for whom prison is freedom. Who knows what walls surrounded her world. We often look from ourselves to the outside and so little to ourselves inside. If they asked me what I see in myself, the answer would be simple. I’m Pinocchio who wants to become a man, a man with that huge and big burden that is entrusted to this word. She smiles again, in those rare moments when I manage to do everything right and not ruin anything. Yes, alas, I am spoiling everything, sometimes it seems to me that if there are expressions “hands from the priests”, then I have actions from the same place. They tell me that both are wrong, but I know that only me is wrong. A man walking against himself can prove that it is not fate that has power over him. Because an evil and cruel man could become a virtue, he proves that you can go against our nature. But what am I going to tell you what a person can do. When I have yet to become them. She believes somewhere that her dreams have come true, I also believe that this is so. But subconsciously I want it to be me. They say they need to live in love, because of this I do not throw love out of my heart. Violence will pass over time, but what remains? that feeling is right. Because it will allow the pale to become a man. .. century. Yes, I tell myself, let it be as it happened. I do not need another life, I am satisfied with everything that is in my world. Give me only the strength to keep it since I keep you. How we love ourselves, talking about ourselves. The only plus of them is that others will know about us like that. Mostly about the fact that we are pizdabol, because people should speak about their actions and not as their words. The problem is that she was always silent and left, so I probably just don’t want to be silent, I'm afraid to leave. Which is probably not sad, but rather just such a life. May it always rain, may the sun always shine, may everything always be! And meeting these days, I will remember what life is. "