Kitabı oxu: «The eternal restlessness»

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The heart is being filled with the fearful pain, erasing the world right before eyes. The whole body is being covered by cold. In the head, it blurs from what is happening, and the ears can no longer perceive the music.

Each memory crushes the soul into tiny pieces. The mind can't recall, and the heart... Those cruel hours of slow losing the friend remained deeply inside, rightly empty and not letting themselves to be filled.

It's hard to judge the person without looking into their world. The betrayal appears in the place of thoughtless discovering the truth to a locked person. Mysteries devour them from the inside, jumping to the victim, breaking into the soul and breaking every protection of consciousness. The air is freezing in the lungs - the organism is trying to murder the awkward moment on the scene, trying to keep its parolee from being in squall of ridiculing critics. The minute is up...

And she went on, smiling radiantly and melting frozen hearts, in her heart having a bigger piece of ice.

That was it. Nobody recognized, nor did she.

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The beautiful doe is slipping out of the sight, flying smoothly through the green carpets of the sky and the earth. Its being is erasing from the History. What a pity.

That was the way it'd been, the nature hadn't invented any niche for the owners, and denies their existence. Everything that is gifted to someone then returns to the Eternity.

From what affections and possessiveness happened? It's hard to tell.

But, having the prey lost, the powerful predator, with brightly shining fur, blinding an eye, felt great anger and had the feeling of emptiness. How was it annoying to lose the value for that moment, to point of shaking hands and legs.

In the lonely wood shouts were uncountable in time, as it seems, eating the days and the centuries. Injuries and cuts appeared on the beautiful animal's fur. The torture of soul couldn't find the exit, destroying both an organism and a reason.

Would it be possible to forget about that, or the soul will keep carefully every incident in the hidden corners of dark?

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Never-ending tries untangle from the dead entail just so much more discouragemently; they are catching by every new thread and word.

Along with the life, cobwebs continue to develop, absorbing new murmurings and hurting meaningless exhales. Everything around the hearts are methods: of moving, of breath, of harassment, of action. And systems are very egoistic in their thoughts. There is no honor and no kindness for non-destruction of their sense.

The prey was caught in the net, never-ending and comprehensive. Having tried all the remedies to fight the trap and having found nothing for liberation, she was becoming a desperate one.

She was lucky to appear before the nice person, besides having the grand knowledge. There appeared a hope for saving the soul.

Who will win: the death or the truth? For exploring that we could find a couple of decades, looking at the fightings of the light and veracity.