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Khan77728 Guestbook ElizaZarkau (12 years ago) To me God is for what to thank. With me nearby those who is dearer than all... To me is whom to love.... To me is whom to raise... I in life was lucky... Let will carry to you too! ! ! ! ! Good to you day and success in everything, my dear friends.....ElizaZarkau (12 years ago)Time never will learn to wait... Weakness becomes never stronger... The death never will be able to give one more chance... The happiness never will be constant... The rage won't be kinder... And the love won't be able to be only mutual... Tears don't become sweet... Pain won't be able to be pleasant... The sun will be always interchanged the position with the moon... And PEOPLE NEVER BECOME OTHERS... There are no PEOPLE WHOM I HATE, there are PEOPLE WHO COULD not be LOVED....   333968 (12 years ago):-):-) :-):-):-) :-):-):-):-) :-):-):-):-):-):-) :-):-):-):-) :-):-):-) :-):-) For You, One For Each Hour.! So That You Keep SMiLiNG 24 HOURS   ElizaZarkau (12 years ago)So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that through your life there passed not one, and not two persons, and the whole tens and hundreds people. Someone from them was late for a long time, and someone hardly managed to touch your hand... To someone didn't get even your look, and someone on lips still had sweet from one thousand your kisses. So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that you always want to be better, more honest, more fair and are more good-natured, and as a result all the same there are those to whom you crossed the road. You want to share pleasure with people, and people envy, you want to cry, and people start considering you weak. So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that the majority of us are able to lie, looking in eyes, and only small part sincerely decides to tell us "I love you", without taking away a look. Why we always suppress the finest from this, what is in our heart? So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that over time from memory persons are erased, names are forgotten, but events always remain. They temper us, they serve for us as a lesson. It as the theatrical play which teaches us to skill of game. And people... all people same actors... simply good actors pass together with us from one play to another, and bad leave. So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that I which always seemed that understand people, in some of them nevertheless was mistaken and that people whom, appear, I will know eternity, now from me moved away, and what I considered as "passersby" still near me. You value people, which always with you and who will be able always to understand and to support you at a difficult moment... | |
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