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ladovská winter

French seem to have forgotten something important.

(dedicated to all those who currently are freezing in their chambres de bonne).

Raylene Richards Lesby

Ltd.

women said they perceive their lives as a source of water, which may soon vanish in the sand, Susan Pinker writes (ie at least according Reflex ). Well, I do not know you. Spring seems to me too much action, flows from somewhere to somewhere, and constantly drives somewhere. I feel more like a pond - so huge that I can swim in the middle of a moment, while at the county again, then right, just turn left in the sun, under the willows, but all that it includes water, never, let alone threw malignant sand.

occasionally comes up, but any linear masculine metaphor useful. this example with Aysha. it would fit me just to think about life as a way, because I could so without fear of too much pathos, write the following sentence:

"with people někerými crosses your path just a few moments. for a while experiencing intense penetration and soon after that we go after each his own. such as this with Aysha .

Aysha is such a sad figure. Most of the time facing the front door, smoking. chic wearing a red jacket that fits her very nicely to the black bangs, but certainly not a tragic expression on his face. I know her since September; We talked for the first time a week ago and we are both clear that it neprohodíme stay until the end of next word. But we were a week ago, both tired and alone in vymrzlé glass-paneled lobby feet of white snow. Aysha smoke, I relied upon his elbows on the cold reception desk.
"pretty bracelet," I say.
"thank you," kníkne his thin voice. while quietly smoking and when you think all this conversation is over, turns the wrist: "See here, but I fell one stone. It was such a traditional Turkish eye for good luck. I sought him everywhere in the room, the hallway, in the cafeteria. uklízečkama before I even cried. "
" Oh, shame, "shrugs.
" was a gift from my mom. My sisters and I are the proceedings for good luck. I've never had much luck, you know? and now I had a feeling that this is because the bracelet turns. takovejch in the crowd of things, you know? as when I ran for the bus, so I always shut in their faces. or at the checkout when two fronts, so mine is always stuck. But not just occasionally. all the time. "
out the sun began to go.
" maybe it's because I've already picked all the luck in the big things. Three times I almost died. The first time I was little and I ate some bad chicken. The whole family ate it, but I only I was a little kid, so I had more of a problem. I immediately started to vomit and could not stop and the doctor then we say that we lost an hour later, I would I could not save. then I have one too paralyzed, I was afraid. "
" how? "
" I have combined some pills, you should not be taken together and then I was paralyzed for a day. it starts gradually, you know, suddenly you realize that you can not move the right half-mouth and speak. I went for my dad, but he just laughed at me because I was a kid and I still made him some tricks and crap, so I thought it was a joke. and then my mother came home from work and saw that I had a problem. And the third ... what was the third ... "
turns and follows last white streaks of light. "Yeah. I had to sit on the plane, what fell last year, but at the last moment I had moved a day ticket. So I think that maybe one has only limited Amount of luck and I picked it all before."
"So we go about it?" say after a while without a smile and stands up. still together going back to the lecture, but when you greet the next day for lunch, again just say "hi" and nothing more. Our lines are rozebíhaj to infinity and we're not sorry at all. I'm just afraid of me that my pond all waiting for me when the bus stops almost every front, and essentially freezes when I have a lot of time and cash is just nice.