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< Yulia Mironenko



you know, mom, dishes, it beats just.
Happiness does not require special conditions,
how life does not require luck,
and therefore it should not try to divide into parts
in an attempt to understand who makes the move for us - from the "want" to "become"
. Yes, the TV lie, lie on the Internet,
in the church, on chairs, in the face,
in the mirror, looking at myself in the eye;
you know, Mom, we basically just kids.
We live by faith, and then we will be like the immortal, to wait,
believing that certainly good heavens
once rescued us from the traffic jams and scoundrels,
it is possible to live without pain,
that someone will answer for everything,
that it is we, his personal strength and will,
we force our hearts pounding.
Mom, but is it? ..
and if, to allow light to breathe safely,
where they please themselves,
whether it is violent street?
capital no. you will certainly find yourself there,
where a lot of clean air
with a smell - do you hear? -. Nonsensical spring storm
next to people that are not needed rest,
next to which thoughts are bright and clear.
as if to give vent to the feet - they will lead a walk in the forest or in the field,
and better if they manage to get lost,
and sit mobile phone, and will be dark and too late - then you will be able to drink from the spring,
to arrange a bed of hay and make a fire,
and finally look will gain long-forgotten play
look, look, look at the wonderful stars.
and if, to thoughts arbitrary will,
they will, as usual, about the fear or pain? ..
one - it's too much,
Two - it's too little
. You can calculate the supposedly all roads,
hard bringing up tiny
intervals rightfully belongs to you infinity;
can afford
carelessness see how the world utterly, horribly perfect - like the saints, Jesus and the traitor Judas,
and absolutely each of the billions of worldviews.
I want to be happy? to hell, come on now, beat the dishes