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...... There is no late love, white-haired girl ! We've been craving for it our entire lives... Insanely big, like a spring wind it's rushing into the blood... And you burn in the br...

White Magic I love the wonderful winters - with the deep, fairy-tale snow. In favorite white tones the senses dress up again. Feelings thrill again to the winter of my child...

The words are in the flowers Don’t ask words these things, which are in the beautiful flowers. They first see the love in us, grow silently, and we're happy with them. And many w...

Technological The wolds’s technology is that everything has to be used, nothing to be thrown away. Trash for one is a treasure for another; death for one is a cause of joy for another. Еxperime...

ARE YOU IN HEAVEN (based on true story) Ten months had passed since Hristo's grandmother died, and he was still going through the separation. As an intellectual who graduated one of the most pre...

When... When my dad used to call the flowers by name and somehow strangely re-cherished the day for me to be warm – warm shell, to be real , not cloudy and cold, be the weather, ...