Is something wrong with Feng Shui? Woman on fire? A man, too. [b] And every voice was given to me,
And a delightful forehead curve.
Fate kissed me on the lips.
He taught us to be the first.
I paid my lips with a generous tribute.
I have sprinkled roses on the coffin.
But on the run I have a heavy hand.
I've caught my hair!
You slide yourself through life in a lightness and you don't know what there is, it turns out, such strange concepts as, say, need. What is the burden of the burden, as well as the lack of what is necessary, restrictions in small things, limiting to compression or, for example, tightening the belt of desires, needs, needs... And other viruses for the poor, the poor, little men intended. This is their day-to-day meal, and they are the day-to-day meals. This is the day when they will have their backs full and full. These are loans from a neighbor, so that there is enough crumbs from the day of wages to the nearest advance. And scarcity, scarcity, scarcity... And gray, gray, gray... People with holes. People with a hole. Mistake people... Of course. What else do you call them? Emaciated, elongated faces, a shoulder backpack of problems with themselves everywhere dragging. And pity them, and sorrow for them, but nothing can be done. To each his own. They have lots to crawl. And that's it.
That's how I lived. That's how she fluttered for many years, collecting nectar in her bins. Husband wife. Five-ten trades. Satisfied. Enough. Daughter, far, far beyond the seas. It's been a long time. Well-groomed, smooth, slim, fit. Money without a credit card account by paying for small and not very small pleasures. Honor and respect for those on the right and those on the left, near. Word speaks, everyone listens. The mouth will open, just waiting to point. The abode of the apartment is full of bowls. The view from the window with stained glass eyes on the bay is spacious. Seventies? The hundredth floor? The heavenly abode at the feet of the Creator. What else? The housekeeper is glossy. Mercedes with a personal driver is like that carriage with a page. Where would you like? A manicure? The barbershop? The pool? Domchim. We will. Slowly.
And all of a sudden, one... and a full stitch. Like a house of cards gilding. Floor by floor. Oh-oh-oh! What's up? What do I do? Oh, yes, there is a remedy! Feng Shui, help! Feng Shui, save me! So what? How? The consultant came, twisted his nose, silled up the stupidity, cut down the money, left after the recommendations and ... no positive changes. Alas! Alas!
In my great city it is night.
I'm leaving the sleepy house - away.
And people think: wife, daughter.
I remember one thing: the night.
The July wind blows my way,
There is a little music in the window.
Oh, now the wind before dawn - blowing
Through the walls of thin breasts - in the chest.
There is a black poplar, and in the window there is light.
And the ringing on the tower, and in the hand - color,
And this is the step, no one follows.
And this is the shadow, and I am not.
Blink, and well-being is over. There's nothing to fix. It's like a snowball coming off a mountain. Faster, faster, faster. Problem. You're in the middle. You fall asleep in pain. When he wakes up, he is attacked again. Problem-problem-problem. Like a aching tooth. You can't get out. It won't work. What do we do? What's up? Where's the life straw? Ton, ton, ton... The pool is tightening.
Hong Kong, presents a dramatic tape where a vase of well-being is shattered. You think that it is only the Russians - "From the sum, but from prison do not deny." No way. It's all around. Everywhere. Everywhere. It doesn't matter East or West. Besides, there is not a single fate, lord, in the strait noose around the neck, but two at once, and servants, too. Her problems with his problems are incomparable. Well, how can I say that? Every burden is heavy. Everything depends on distance and time.
Ordeals, a form of directorial design, are attractive. The tear is there, the tear of crying is present, but the cinematic embodiment is such that there is practically no repulsive, tedious one. Empathize. You're sorry. But you don't lose yourself, you don't exhaust yourself.
Impeccable and proud
In the sky raised forehead.
I do not understand the coat of arms,
I am not afraid of the grave.
Between nobles and slaves,
Between humps and coats of arms,
Land of burrowing foreheads -
I am a member of the Oak family.
7 out of 10