Tommy ran down the corridor, but he didn’t see anything in front of him. What stood before his eyes was not an abandoned house, but the faces of Collin, June, mom and dad, their smiles, their eyes. His bunny, black hands, mom again. The boy knew he had to run to the exit. And he ran and ran, and behind him the doors that he and Collin had previously left open closed with a loud bang. Faster and faster. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of his throat...
I throw away my pen and lean back in my chair. Some kind of nonsense creeps into my head. I sigh and begin to massage my eyes, lightly pressing on the eyelid. Brilliant fireworks scatter in the darkness, bright to the point of pain and clouding of reason. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I pull myself together, sigh again and bend over to the sheet, crossing out the last line.
- I can't look at you when you're really in pain, and you're putting up with it." Arseny repeated, putting his arm around his friend's shoulder and starting to stroke the back of his head like a father, burying his fingers in his curls. – Leave Ira, Toh? You'll find yourself another life partner. She doesn't deserve to feel this way because of herself. You can't not love yourself like that, okay?
Autumn is a wonderful time. It's time for beautiful falling leaves that seem to dance in the air; it's time for walks, when streets and parks become a source of inspiration and a place where you can lose yourself in your thoughts to the sounds of rustling leaves, and it's also time... strong love and infatuation...
Every time he saw her figure, a strange burning sensation seized his rotten heart. He wanted to tear, throw everything around. Ficbook was too willful, too obstinate, too... Inaccessible. And this terribly annoyed Roskomnadzor.
I can’t live with this feeling, when you can’t tell anyone about a wish you have made. People say, it won’t become true then… I would love that superstition wouldn’t exist. Because sometimes the wish you make is a fairy tale by itself. What if I want to share it with the world? What if I want to give to millions, billions of people this tiny piece of my soul and, maybe, make someone’s heart bloom like the most magnificent flower that ever was seen by the living creatures?
There are many fans on the Internet who consider him a bachelor and an enviable man. They are ready to set him up with anyone: actresses, famous girls or ordinary people. But he doesn't want that, because on the other side, everything is not as perfect as it seems.
You read the comments and stay silent. You can't trust them and screw yourself up. He's already on edge, all there on stage, one with the audience. It's not yours now, it belongs to the fans now.
- Meggie? Is it really you? - fem stood in the middle of the flight deck and did not believe her credentials.
Oh, my sweet sister.. It's been a long time since we've seen each other.
Razumovsky dyes Oleg's hair black (and how else to explain it?)
Vadim braids Altan's pigtails.
Well, the Poet just doesn't like the hairstyle with which Volodya was going to go to a poetry evening.
