FILM MARIA MIRABELA
Trumpet chorus says: "We are welcoming the king Oedipus with his wife, Jocasta." And the girl found herself sitting in the hall and cried away, covering his face with his hands.The vision vanished, and how strange it was, thinking, trying to grasp the fact that so instantly flashed. But on the surface of the lamb broth appeared only foam, and I had to carefully remove it with a slotted spoon. - Sasha, tell me that the money for the car, he did not get! - She screamed again, standing in the doorway.- He has no care for his mother and that she will not let him get into the loop! - And went off the lamb. Andrew was standing by the window in the living room, holding the download the film Maria Mirabela
and curtain. In the eyes - tears: "We have given birth to you, we will pay for you, you are obliged to us" - as if I land! Their land. Not them!Mother - is the door through which people entered the world, and no more! He, however, received from her what the genetic disease: a mole, burr, hemophilia, for example, but it is physics, that's it - the gross body, and all the rest - the soul, the spirit, the heart - is irrelevant to the parents. Mother only door - and no more!Most children suffer because of the pressure on them parents. Parents create what the image and reflect on your child. As if it is their child! Not them! God gives children to save the souls of sixteen! That's all. Menaker drip valokordin, drank and went to his room. Mironov did evening procedures in the bathroom.Andrew with a lump in my throat went to the phone and quietly that no one heard, dialed. - Ale, this is - I. Tanya, you forgot Pasternak "Zasypet snow roads, fill up the roof slope ..."? - No, I do not forget Andrew, but what? - Do not ask. Now, when hung up, go to your bathroom, lock and exactly five minutes start to read it, do not hurry.I, too, after five minutes of hanging up, I will start to read it to the end. Let's stay together in this poem, I need to be with you. Yet. Zasypet snow road blockages roof slope. I'm going to stretch his legs:Behind the door you are standing, one in autumn coat, no hat, no galoshes, You fight with the excitement and sleet chew ... One amid snowfall You stand on the corner ... As if the iron Obmoknutym in antimony, you were rifling on my heart ... And it forever stuck humility of hell ... And because doubles whole night in the snow, and to the border between us I can not.But who are we, and where, when, from all those years remains gossip, and we are all gone? From St. Petersburg arrived cousin Andrew - second cousin Alexander Belinsky. He was a director and is very famous Leningrad skits. He was about forty years old. He and I quickly agreed.He came to our house and loud - could be heard on all floors - says: "Where is my beloved?" Immediately appears a flock of artists, as each of them consider themselves as his favorite.All threw her arms around him, kissing, he called them names and gentle hint opaque, they say, will soon put a TV show, there are a lot of women's roles, there is a chance!