books.

If you want to have your

own opinion you 

should read 

books.

Books are like brick blocks from which people build their wits. Intelligent people know their native authors. They wit a lot of aphorisms, smart words and expressions. Their speach is always impressive. Their thoughts are always unusual. Their inner world is rich anytime.

Apart from the knowledge books present tranquility, new life and experience to us. 

 Our world enriches us with new concepts, attitudes to life. We can travel with the help of the books. We can meet diferent people, move in the time. We can understand the wild world. We can die many times. But we will always be safe. Over the crust of the book  nothing should hurt us.

A book is a great present. If you get it as a present from some person you can understand his nature, his soul and the level of IQ. 

 It is more pleasant to read paper books than electronic books. Because it is so old-fashioned to drag thick volume. But it was the tradition of our forefathers. And we should respect their usual stuff. We must understand,that their life was more vivid. 

Books are our teachers. They are our friends. And we can play with these friends anytime!

 Read books.

 Keep being more simple.

 28.05.2011.

❦ Romeo and Juliet ❧

Long ago there lived a fakir. He was very handsome & gallant in those days.

As it happened  he felt in love❤ with one young & very beautiful girl. She was like a white day - pure and innocent. Her golden long hair was in  attractive mess. Her chocolate skin glittered in the sun by  day and shined in the moonlight at night.

Her  dresses were easy as always & in turn they were very expensive.  Her voice was magic. It sounded so pleasant, enchanting. So our fakir couldn't have been fallen in love. The girl fascinated him at first sight. She was a devil in a skirt. Poor brunette didn't know what to do. He loved her so much.  But he didn't know what she thought about him... About his feelings... And if she had known all about them. 

Once he told her the whole truth. She was shocked. She didn't expect to hear all that she had heard. But that shock was pleasant for her. He was the first man who confessed his love for her. I have already said that he was a very good gang... He was rich, handsome, boon in a talk. Fakir was liked by all women. So this girl liked him too.

Day after day our fakir visited her home & presented field  flowers. 

You shouldn't think that he was a stingy person. At first time he presented a big & expensive bunch of flowers. She took that bunch with embarrassment. But she didn't say anything. And she needn't. Because the fakir was highly educated person, he was one of those who understood the man by his expression. 

When the time came the fakir made a motion. There was a big wedding in that places. Everyone knew about a new family. It was a rare family: he wasn't yet thirty, she was only sixteen. They didn't look like a dad with a daughter. But he looked after her as if he was. 

Every morning he showed her a focus, which finally produced a beautiful flower. Every time they did shopping he crumpled a little dollar bill, and when unrolled back he got big bills... The girl lived with him like in a fairytale. Every day was magic for her. Each of his gift was the creation of  unique focuses.

He called her a flower and she called him a kind magician. But the girl was growing & our old fakir regarded her as a child. That annoyed her very much.

Once she wanted to show him that she was tired of all those tricks. Focus for breakfast, focus for dinner & a big portion of focuses for supper. She stopped the pulse with the help of focus... When fakir came home he scared. He thought that his flower wilted. He wanted to find the pulse, but how long he wasn't looking, he didn't find it. He was shocked. But this shock has been unkind. He loved his wife more than his life. He was very upset. His heart had a stroke and he collapsed beside her. The girl opened her eyes and saw a horrible picture: her husband lay on the floor without unconscious. She understood that he was dead... That she was near with the corpse of her beloved. The girl knew that she wouldn't live without him. She took a knife and pierced her heart... Her body crumbled beside him. Than they lay together... Near each other...

This story is about the loving couple who lived together till the grave✟.

March 6, 2011.

✿Children are flowers of life✿

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There are different kinds of  flowers in the world. But all of them want to live... Some people collect them & like. Others hate these gifts of God... And flowers live together with us. They are everywhere. They are in our houses, gardens, fields... Not all people know that these beautiful flowers live in our hearts... Sometimes flowers treat the soul, sometimes they show to us the beauty of our life, sometimes they just please us with their own simplicity & kindness.  But they never do harm!..Some uneducated people collect lifes of flowers... Not always it is bad...  Only if people dig them together with the root... To transplant them...But nowadays we meet a lot of death... And people don't think that flowers want to have a chance for life as we want it ... People deprive of this chance... They just don't understand the importance of their actions... They should be ashamed for what they are doing... But they aren't ashamed... They think they are right... Miss... We should value our life... That's why we should appreciate foreign lifes... Even if we have helped the flower appear... We must save lifes which we can save... You must help someone who needs you...You have to think about those of us who didn't think about you... Your mission is to save as many as possible flowers... It is OUR mission... If we unite together, the Earth will find floral breath & will become  a big fairy flower... And it will be our reward for good behavior... For understanding the world , the essence of being... We will get a sweet prize... Don't you want to taste it?

March 5, 2011.  
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♛Paris♛

  Paris - something easy, kind, good. I love it very much. It is  like a fairytale. When I hear this word I submerge in child's dreams... Dreams about the mystical Louvre, handsome princes, whose love can melt your heart, raise a curtain from your eyes... Candles instead of lamps... Direct communication instead of a dead internet... The storm of silken rose petals... 

The smell of floral perfume, even  though handmade... Opiate on the lips ... Long beautiful gown embroidered with silver. The silk hugs my hands, kisses my skin ... Lace enframe my exact neck, smelling of roses... Birds sing songs for me... I sit near the river... It seems to sing too... All is for me... The nature loves me.. And I have to love it... And I do it... It is perfect!.. You have your own world... Big world without edge... The field is full of flowers & peace...The sun shines more there... There is more fresh air in my kingdom... There you can understand the animal language...There the poor may find the shelter... There nobody will touch you... Because it is my own world... My own Paris... I protect it from its enemies, and even from the small but harmful insects... There always must be fresh and  adorable... There is always need to grow roses and singing birds...

As for me Paris is associated with a fluffy pink cake. And I want to try this cake.

It's probably so good & delicious... But it lies so far from me... Only in my brain Paris is near. Only in my brain it isn't untouchable. I  close my eyes & see this wonderful place... Full of pink flowers, smells of sweet ice-cream...

How can not you  love Paris? It is impossible! If you love the good and beauty it means you love  Paris, too. Just as long as you don't notice it... Paris is associated with spring... The air with clouds... And it seems loss of particle of frame of mind if you open your eyes.. So I have to live with closed eyes... To save this wonderful feeling...Of happiness... Of peace.. Of love... I should save this magic world for those who need comfort & understanding from each other... And I'll do it. Because of the peace. Because of the love. Because of  Paris♥.

 March 5, 2011.

☀The Sun☼

It  is so obvious... So  inaccessible... The Sun. Huge, yellow... The form is simple... It looks like a sphere... But compound components... The heated sphere... But such a darling... Warm... The Sun pretends to be white and fluffy... But actually  can kill!. But all the same. What is it, the Sun??...Children draw the sun, as something kind. Then why in a real life the Sun  is so dangerous? Its colour and the form remind an orange. And what dangerous and bad you can find in the orange? It is so sweet and bright...

In the morning when still all people embrace the blanket and caress with a pillow, the Sun appears on the working fields. It, the Sun, does not require human love... And people know it... What happens, if they do not love the Sun? It after all will shine, radiate all the same heat... Therefore people  do not aspire to love it... Why should we waste our time on it? But the sun takes offence when nobody pays  attention to it... Well and to whom it will be pleasant, if nobody notices your existence, your development, growth... Only in fierce winter the person lifts a head to look at the sky and  recollect, how it was fine to observe the Sun in  blue open spaces in the summer... But as soon as  summer comes we at once forget about the one which heats us and shines for us... It is sad... As people say,  you get used quickly to the good!... Let's love it! Let's enjoy it together! And then we will make friends with this hot Sun!.

                                                                                           March 4, 2011.