Hello, friend! You know, I am now in a place of our globe where the phone is not working, Internet not, here and sat down to write you a letter. By the way, it is very unusual to Express their thoughts in complete sentences, not like in ICQ, smileys...
Now, once on this almost необитаемое (from the point of view of a modern user) place, I realized that in life there are many charms, Internet life does not end.
Picking up the first got the book, I thought that reading drive in a dream, but so captivated... 't expect that modern writers may write normal, interesting, intriguing things. My eyes got a book "Golden cloudlet gold",authored by Anatoly Приставкин.
Thought this book was that of Pushkin, Lermontov, which we at the school you read, and during study, very annoying, but since there was nothing else, opened it.
You know, I'm not sentimental, attitude to life with scepticism, but this work impressed, moved to the bone, I didn't expect that I could cry over the book. But not as sentimental lady, but as a man who lost his own mother, similar, only friend.
I will not describe the plot, it makes no sense to transmit feelings and sensations, this is a must read.
You have me intelligent, cultured and educated, tell me, is it normal when you want to break the book, because she told the truth...?
As I got used to the American happy end, when through all of the challenges. the hero remains alive, but still happy!
Here all not so. I do not know, have you read this book or not, but be sure to read, this is the masterpiece that you need to know to myself. So many thoughts... and all contradictory. How to live? Who is a friend, who is the enemy? Can it be determined?
So here it is. Okay, I'll give you my thoughts torment. Go read Dan brown, his detectives allow you to relax, and not forced to tear himself.
Happily. Send our greetings from the "Martyr of science".(Незнаю падайдет ли)