Who are you? Who are you, the beautiful stranger? Like me with you easy and pleasant. I do not wait evening to talk with you ... I am so comfortably next to you. We can talk about anything ... I do not know very much about you, but you are simply not liking to tell. However, we are almost on an equal footing. I, too, makes no abundance of words. Why talk about mental wounds? Incidentally, do you know who I am, where I was, that happened to me in a conscious years. You know all ... Virtually all ... Except ... boliBol ... my ... She nahlynet suddenly. Twice in the heart and not vice released. It keeps me. Lord, I zadyhayus. Breast though shackled in heavy chain.

Anxiety ... At troubled soul, and this is beginning to reflect in my opinion, poglyadyvanii on hand. Wary ... Zamykajus in itself. Why do I keep silent? What happened? As with my eyes? I remain silent. If I start talking now, you do not know me ... This is my life. Second zhiznSkolko them from me? A lot. But I am afraid only one. Tu, which weighs madly. Thu, that does not give me sleep at night. Tu, which run from the spine shiver. No, I am not scared. Just pain. Dumb pain. Serdtse.Teper pain in the you know a lot about me. Too many to be able to make me silent May you not be afraid. Do not be afraid of me.

Do not be afraid of me. I do not obizhu you. Simply, sometimes not ask me about anything. After all, a friend is not the one who's just a pleasure to spend time, walk, talk. Drug-is the one with whom there is, as pomolchat. Let pomolchim. Now do you understand me? "I, too, want to know more about you. I find it interesting all! What do you read, what music you listen to. I love to wander aimlessly on the streets at night? Observe how snowflakes float in a beam headlamps and soft light lamps? Wander, looking head, you look at the stars, and something that beckons you. Are you traveling. How would I like to be there. Highly-high in the sky .... Just burn brightly. Beautiful ... You are not alone next to a favorite person? You madly liking, but you something was missing. What is something that you do not want to pronounce aloud. Do you want to say it for you? BEZUMSTVA. Here is that sometimes becomes so tvoju soul. You know, that would be tomorrow. You know what you want. You know what to say to do ... You know that ... And sometimes both want a new, unusually severe!

Yes? Or, I am not right? So many want to ask you. It's true, everything is interesting. "First Love, the first grief. The first is simple, the first farewell. " Tell me about yourself?

Well, I think again regained the ability to do something .. What do you tell? What do you want to hear? I do not know .. It seems that you see me thoroughly .. It may seem .. Perhaps you are interested to know about me that knows only the most loved ones, those who have been with me and saw everything with his own eyes. Maybe I will not speak directly, but I hope you will understand. Indeed, the main thing is not what happens on paper, but what do you fried. I hope that you will not be so painful, it seems to me, when I remember all this. Dark: Silence, silence can be called if the roar of the gaps somewhere far away. Single shots noise machines. So quiet cotton. Sniper. The most terrible thing to hear this tone sound. It always takes someone to life. Chew something very correct and pure soul loved one. How many of them have been .. Rounds, dry mouse, the best of friends. How many more wars claim? Could hundreds of fighters, dozens of friends may or may one .. a friend ..

So it is. Devchonka, interestingly, does not mean anything. And suddenly something happens that changes you beyond recognition. Why do something you become uninteresting old friends, their conversations communication. So it is. You are not just a couple of weeks and now you are moving, but nobody knows you. I get some inexplicable melancholy, pain. You no one can long look in the eyes. There inhuman pain or simply bottomless emptiness. Such that begins whirls head. Whew. A total elapsed nothing, no one noticed your otsutstviya.Drug. He is one and for life. They are few, and then you can consider yourself a truly happy man. Only then do you understand the pain of loss when you takes a person think that he was and always will be next: .. Silent sad music:. Monotonous reading prayers .. Quietness .. The dead do not cry .. Not crying, and we .. No tears .. Only anger, rage and savage dull pain .. Do not weep: Men do not cry .. Never: Only revenge .. This black .. I hate them. Lovely smile, the willingness to help, but at night .. It takes a small child in the hands of machine and kill you, your friends, more than friends - this is my family. This is my world. Even though he sees, even if there is only pain and death. I will not be able to be so careless man, what I would like to be, I will not be able to perceive the world as it is. I will not be able to look through pink glasses .. My world is there .. And here I am. The paradox? No, just zhizn.Skolko still remain there? How many deaths will go on chasing after me? How many times will I hear bullets whistling? When I no longer hear the deaf body blow on rocky ground?

When I rid of the feeling that someone is breathing to me in the back? Maybe never, and perhaps too early. The main thing is that I am thinking about not regret it. And if I would be allowed to make a difference in my life, I went again and again to the road. Could this impasse? No, there was always a way out. There is no desperate situatsiy.Snova I hear the roar .. Death. Deep-red sunset. Shooting .. "Over the pass, again to blank Valley shooting Lie with the remaining three stones, their death silly Tomorrow morning I will find a dead body among the three stones And guns kill people believe their fault And tomorrow may stay at these stones, I Here are shot here as before the war. "That is how we sang such songs I know. Let you I was not worried that I sometimes become too abruptly closed, no answer to the questions - do not ask me about anything. So I poor and alone, but nothing changed. me great pleasure to see you in a number of such moments. than any But you can not help soothe the pain of this malevolent: Excerpt phrases familiar metal band, just a quiet rustle: What is sometimes so badly Reminds me of the war, about friends: I can not cry, I do not like to drink, but sometimes I want all of this so nauchitsya.Posmotri in my eyes. not afraid. you will not be so painful, how can you seems to me uncomfortable on the land ? Maybe, just try glance. Popytaeshsya something to read and can not. And, perhaps, I see the reflection of ourselves?

How much unlike us, it seemed, that the two can totally different person to do together? The paradox? Why did you chose me? Why play with me? This is a lifetime closes the door to my heart to those who want to know me closer. Not smog neobdumanno much more open. No, I do not regret that you have become close to me. Neither of which does not spare that much you told. Do not say bad about you. If I could start again, then all would leave as is. Besides .. In addition to forgive the past ... I am so afraid of losing you all the time. Perhaps, therefore, I too custody of you, irritating etim.Legko say, in retrospect. Learning from the mistakes ..

To try to forget, starting something new ... Not for me. I am just going to knock at the door closed, the same people will not trust .. Again and again will learn .. from the mistakes .. his. I have a lot of smog, a lot of knock. There will be only one - happiness. I anxiously joyfully-compressed heart when I hear your name. It is for me as a whisper of your body, your hair like aroma. Wakes memories, lovingly hearing. I adjourn the eyes, I see you. Hello favorite.

Do not leave, the post .. Your image melts away quietly, My brain could not keep you long, lost shape, I open up eyes. I looked around and did not believe it was so bright vision. Slowly Returns consciousness, I am with him and empty reality. Ordinariness. The world is fair to those who deserved. Maybe something so it was in my short life of this, because of what I lose such people close to me. False made step uttered the word .. What? Help me understand?

You heck me .. All happening again and again. My favorite people are leaving ... Someone else in the heart, someone in eternity. Enclosed circle. With the same. I am only 25, though both want to say that already. I know how much. I know enough to live on. Let your heart belongs decent man. Moe belongs to you. Please raschityvay me in a difficult moment. Let me know if you need help. Pozovi me, if you will be sad if needed strong shoulder person who never betray and abandon not save his skin. Past fire and water, and spotknuvshegosya only on the copper pipes. Loving you more souls of his body, ready to give your mind and heart, if you just ask.

Come to me, I embrace you as long as you do potyagushki in bed ... Mmmm ..... thy smells like leather, I love that smell. Ty such nezhenka sleeping, do not want to disrupt this harmony, but I have from the very morning you want, I want to love their bull.

You oaks and shevelis not, I will kiss you everywhere. My lips gently touch her lips to your sleeping, they kiss tvoju neck. I zalazhu under the blanket - that we here? Your unparalleled sisechki I glazhu their fingertips, naschupyvayu already solid sosochki and absorb their lips, tongue licked teats in turn. I love it, you are in a small wake. Right move my hand down to the stomach, ironing it descends below. A твои legs, knees slightly bent, instinctively themselves parted, I touch to your error ... hmm ... I want it ... for some reason you start breathing thrills (strangely :-))... My average penetrates fingers between the lips, warm and humid there, solid clitoris itself stands above the rest of wealth, of course, I offer themselves to the Russian I generally tvoju poglazhivayu clitoris and breasts. Zulka, I can not more so, I want you.

My simple programs already a member of excitation, I razdvigayu hands твои legs, целуя next to them inside anyway, and then an entire bull himself, his hands moving lips, my tongue so that it could penetrate stronger, taking the lips and clitoris laskayu his tongue, licking his as a sundae. Now that Roy uvlazhnena, I get at you. First, it does not allow it, but then you probably talked her, and she did not let me deeply. My member of the little and it penetrates deeper in you, ever deeper and deeper. And finally he came there and just the whole testes slam on tvoju perineum.

You little postanyvaesh - something painful? Soon all will be. But what I see? thy beak handle member has already taken in my fist, as a continuation of the vagina and moves up and down. Listen, I finish it so quickly, you better laskay itself, helping ... O, Zulia, just the beauty of thy passion - this small, as a virgin, I am so happy, especially when you are a member of my szhimaesh it. I feel so long will not be able to stretch already want to finish, your hand is stronger, too, start beating on kliterom. This is a signal for me - I hasten pace, and is already getting moaning from me. I quickly and get vyhozhu from you. Konchayu in pisechku, my semen fills you, it burns, this hot ... You konchaesh immediately, I did not even have time to stay.

"I was 15, he - 35, and seemed to both of us left with the mind. He was ... Strong, brave, beautiful and courageous, and how to be a man currently. Fearless and the recalcitrant, and that attracted me. Main ... he was my "

And perhaps this would end, it is not sluchis understand that this fate. Yes, indeed, it was difficult not to fall in love with. Frankly, I understand it. She, in turn, doomed fully understood the situation and hopelessness. They were too different to be together. Love pererostala in pain, call, intuition. So it is impossible to love the person so loved God. Life is not standing on the ground, changed surroundings, new people appear to have been her care, there have been meetings, novels, a storm of parting. In the years many have changed their views. She almost forgot, stopped thinking about it. At this point, he reappeared. Pali ashes all attempts to forget it.

Another would always hot coals fire. She fell in love again with even greater force, and no longer wanted to relinquish it. As then, is something all-embracing, obsession, fanaticism, delusion .. He again became light, a symbol, a star and fateful inevitability. But this time there was another drama. "I would give a lot to hold at least one evening with him." That desire was to realized. How else could happen, because if liking ... just a vzglyada.Proyti, not raising his eyes, Walk, leaving traces of light, Walk at least once By kraeshku thy fate. He lstila the depth and sincerity of feelings young lady. He was glad it (in their beds). He loved women in general. Moreover, he was a Gentleman. After all, why not? Freshness youth and the increased interest in his own persona impressed him. She herself, and liked him. And if they are well along ... Love does not tolerate failures. He took it as a gift.

Let's have at least once. After all, this is the meaning of life: to get who breathe, who lived ... albeit only once and briefly. Love brooks no delay, no guard themselves for what someone else. Fate does not give a second chance, and if they will give, the pain of the loss of the first recall.

A whole night, just night: flowers, champagne and tears, and the "old songs" on the main. He knew how to mean it, and was at a height. Elusive. Only the night. In order to direct it cut its destiny. not leaving anything, even grass at the burial, even the stone slabs. All ask for an eternity and everlasting memory, which omoet rain.

And it did not fell in the head as he can so hoodwink her. "He knew also that I love him" If most deceived them all, then what we expect from others? What he said in fact that he himself did not believe? What gave hope, that did not justify going? Male dream, stupid and pointless poigravshy with it ... He resigned from her life at this time forever, leaving only a scar on the heart and hope. Hope that all this - ridiculous mistake that he could not so easily abandon her that he would return it. Hope, which every day becomes less and less ...

And his thoughts and did not deceive anyone. He did not hide, do not swear, and not promised. He gave her an unforgettable night. With it, she was happy. What else can you dream? All run in the normal pace, with the vaccinated time habits and regulations. On cold calls are answered or no tube removed. I only sleep through, listening to others' voices on the street and tap the autumn rain fell on the roof and foliage, probably realized that this was the "last" love, the forces which had already left.