It's interesting around here

"Let"s pretend I"m a cat, shall we? " Each new step is softer and more careful, just with your fingers. I found a place on the stairs that the squeaking tree hasn't even noticed. The old stairs were overtaken. The teacher went to the library without waking the cat. It was very flattering to think that, at least. The morning broke into the house a few hours ago and tried to remain silent. A shy light hit Lara`s nose and recognized her as an accomplice and a person with the same opinion...

I was sad: the communication with those who used to be there every day was almost a part of that, but now it could only be done via the monitor. She slowly drank the fear that she wouldn't last that long and her relationship would dissolve by itself within a month or six months. Such good friends have turned into something like a good movie - you sincerely believe what"s happening on the screen, it touches your soul deeply, but it"s like it"s no longer with you. Far from the present, where a hundred printed symbols can replace a glance...

- Shall we go? - she admired him and gave him away. - Yes, yes. What is the name of the dog? - Jabra. But I"m not sure. - Anna, what do you mean, "you're not sure"? - The teacher, who lifted her bag, asked with a bad voice. - Oh, you"ll see it at home. - Linda", Kara admired. The ghoul er obviously liked it better. She smelled like a fellow tribesman. Anna picked up a flashlight and went downstairs. - Careful, there was a steep descent. ... - She was late to report. - We just found out, " said Lara, a friend who is already on her way...

Kara must have studied the map first. And he decided that the track makes an impermissible large hook, so it is better to go directly. That is, directly through the forest - if Kara decided to get closer to nature, the night is not an argument for her, understanding the caution in her very rare time, that of the ancient colonizers. For Kara and Lara, the surrounding forests were just hypothetical dark forests. Anna knew them from an early age. Now, before her abrupt mental vision of abrupt slopes was drawn, ending with abrupt fractures...

For the first time since they agreed to meet with Anja, she had thought of the convenience of her home. Well, they would not choose healthy people, reasonably thinking that dark people, the deserted curve of the road away from at least some houses. The next night. The thick forests go up and down the slope of the mountain as if they crawled along the road on all sides. A deserted stop. Two unarmed girls. "It seems unbelievable. The moon went beyond the clouds as if it didn't want to see what happens next...

Anya was in the arms of a strong woman and breathed in the perfume that Reitar had loved a year ago, two, three........ "Mandarin and balm..." This old and native scent of every note as a child's lullaby penetrated somewhere deep and deep and swept away, blowing up the dam in Anja out of doubt and fear that Lera would become a stranger to her. A smile broke out with fireworks and tamtams, unexpected and loud like the rumbling of water: - Did you come to strangle me? - Well, well, well, well, well, not all at once! - The teacher laughed at them...

She was ready to describe her first general cleaning in three months, which lasted several days: a modest one-story house with an internal attic turned out to be as big as if the space in it had been enlarged, trying to accommodate as many different things as possible - and today her new landlady was waiting for guests for the first time! Anya closed her eyes, exhaled, stood up and looked out the window. Nikolai Sergeevich died this spring in early April. Whether he managed to touch the clouds or not, Anya didn't know how many treasures his house still promised...

Around the corner, a stabbed hand jumped through the dusty mezzanine. "And I always do everything at the last minute! - I thought, that he was balancing on a three-legged bench. She smiled a little for her little fear of tickle: when your height is not enough to look at the recess under the ceiling, even from the back of the sofa, you have to put things in order completely blindly. Did Anino's imagination draw that trap mechanism with a poisoned needle, then a small guillotine, then a nest of snakes on the trees? "You never know what you can find in these mezzanines...

Stefan," I'm trying to justify myself, "we didn't know.... We thought that... I couldn't finish the sentence. Steph is right again: while Damon and I were enjoying each other, he was suffering. - And I know, Elena," says Salvatore, "so I take revenge. Do you suspect what punishment awaits you? - In his voice, you can hear tenderness mixed with anger and hatred. I don't have time to understand the meaning of his words - my body pierces with terrible pain. I look down and see a piece of wood sticking out of my stomach...

And again, a series of beeps, which will stop in seconds with the words "the subscriber is not responding". The operator's cold voice becomes uncomfortable. I recovered the familiar combination of numbers in the hope that Jeremy will respond to the call with words that everything is in order..... But that doesn't happen. In an attempt to calm down, I use my fingers to hit a wooden table. I wasted it. I don't hear what Caroline is so excited about and I clearly don't realize that my thoughts are far from here...

I turn around and tell you in all seriousness because to a certain extent my words are true: - I don't know. However, I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not know. Well, if I stopped being a better brother to be a worse brother at a time, why can't I change my attitude towards my sister's best friend? - The adult bristle is pierced under the cushions of my fingers stronger than usual. - Yes, I admit, I must have crossed the line. But I can't standstill. If I start to think, I can't bear it...

I went through my sunset peak, and the shadows were lilac. The road in the distance of golden red slowly turned blue. The soft edges of the clouds almost touched the calm of the evening water and prepared to sail forever beyond the confines of the world. Perhaps it is one of the best sensations to look into the distance waiting for the moment of a close encounter with someone you love and who you really want to see. In the minutes you wait by the side of the road, dusty and dry ("When was the last time it rained?"), you realize above all how unbearable you missed someone...