I walked down the street and looked around at the snow. In March, the snow falls. Decreases upwards. Hangs in the air, spins and flies, driven by convection currents of air. Large snowflakes settle on my glasses and my face, hat, jacket and bag. I walked down the street from the university to work (I was released a short time, so I could pass the translation of the text) and thought. I thought about the people around me, about their attitude towards me, and my attitude towards them. Why did I allow myself to trample on other people’s feelings, as they had once been crushed mine? After all, I love people! Even a very evil. They did not know that they are poor and live as they can. But what I do – I do not know. I’m not ready to cheat and say “YES”, while my insides tossed and screams “NO”.
My friend came today to visit me (I am referring to one female), who is now learning from me to play the guitar. Let’s see how long she will have the patience.
I decided not finished reading the book “Dandelion Wine” to the end. I have read a third and I was bored. This is definitely not the book that will be in my library. The book tells about a little boy who lives in the country, and about his summer. About his feelings, fears and experiences. I can not understand why this book is like everything. not find it anything special.
