Belief
30.05.2004, 21:58
At me other history. We were friends many years, lived on one floor, rovesnitsy, but is accomplished DIFFERENT! She - self-assured, stylish, is able to submit herself, the competent speech, rich parents. I full contrast - from rather poor family, in the unfamiliar company am lost, the style is not present (a collective image) for that moment has carried! Have cheaply bought or purchased , men in a circle - are worse than one another.
We required in each other. I received its or her dialogue, it is possible to tell or say, took lessons of the Life - as myself to find, than to live, with WHOM to live. Attitudes or relations were more than friendly, no, anything such was not - she was necessary to me as air, probably, I too was Significant for it or her. So happens, that we have quarrelled. We often swore, but is cheerful, liking and not taking offence against each other, and that time on me something has found to me it wanted to tear, dump or reset from itself this dependence, to leave from this friendship, to sigh the breast we after that some times met at the lift, (at me chasto-heart even often fights when simply I think of her) but conversation it was impossible. Has passed or has taken place already 2. 5 years as we in rubbish , I have moved, have given birth, other life - the head on brachiums, but something does not give me rest, even more often I think of her, I look around in crowd, I think out an occasion but, alas, NOTHING occurs or happens, I am afraid (I very impulsive and hypochondriac person), that it or her categorical is not present will steal at me memory of her. No, all this not from loneliness, me to eat than borrow or occupy, something does not give rest in soul or douche
We required in each other. I received its or her dialogue, it is possible to tell or say, took lessons of the Life - as myself to find, than to live, with WHOM to live. Attitudes or relations were more than friendly, no, anything such was not - she was necessary to me as air, probably, I too was Significant for it or her. So happens, that we have quarrelled. We often swore, but is cheerful, liking and not taking offence against each other, and that time on me something has found to me it wanted to tear, dump or reset from itself this dependence, to leave from this friendship, to sigh the breast we after that some times met at the lift, (at me chasto-heart even often fights when simply I think of her) but conversation it was impossible. Has passed or has taken place already 2. 5 years as we in rubbish , I have moved, have given birth, other life - the head on brachiums, but something does not give me rest, even more often I think of her, I look around in crowd, I think out an occasion but, alas, NOTHING occurs or happens, I am afraid (I very impulsive and hypochondriac person), that it or her categorical is not present will steal at me memory of her. No, all this not from loneliness, me to eat than borrow or occupy, something does not give rest in soul or douche