Grapes will always be green

"Italian afternoon" is a fragment of a painting by Russian artist Karl Briullov

"Everyone wants to marry an oligarch, and who doesn't, he's lying. Green grapes!" the leitmotif is not one of the online discussion.

When there is no possibility to buy an expensive fur coat, really want a fur coat. Little harmless Minks, of course, a pity. A fur coat but still want.

When the coat finally bought, want to go to Paris for the weekend. It is on the weekend. It is in Paris.

When in Paris, and in new York, and Bangkok, where the soul wants, the soul begins to want something else more elusive. A star from the sky, happiness to all and to no one left hurt, etc., etc.

The process is endless. Someone soup liquid, to someone pearls small.

Don't want a fur coat in Paris? Lie, I tell you. Green grapes!

Paradoxically, to experience happiness, we need not excess, and deficiency. You need not to be able at any moment to go to Paris, buy a fur coat, spend an extra hour in a warm bed, hot shower. You need a contrast of pleasure and routine. The light and shadow.

Therefore quickly cease to please stable high salary and a long Bank account. And so sudden delight +18 in March.

And grapes... what grapes? Grapes will always be green. published

Author: Elizabeth Zubov

Source: www.b17.ru/article/pochemu_ya_tak_mnogo_khochu/