And The Sun Above, And Stocks Of The

And the sun above, and stocks of the fallen asleep water at top so not to wither to a stream long, very long!. This image of the inexhaustible roaring falls which once for a long time have amazed my imagination in mountains where we were with Darya, rose from the Non-existence at each our present meeting with Anastasiej. At us has begun not only a new love life, as though under radiation of light and heat of the hot removed a spell sun, but a new life in general. New especially for me because I gradually really ceased to be only an appendage, the functional lever of the work. Business gradually turned to one of the major aspects of life were its unique sense, and sense and the purpose of a life we have put building of the life - sanguineous, whenever possible all-round, various, joint, happy. It was uneasy, maybe, the most abrupt turn from everything that I have tested on the already so long way. To see pleasure in dialogue and cheerful fuss with the wife and children, instead of a hindrance for perusal of those urgent official papers that I took home from office is was uneasy at inertia in tens years! To find possibilities for perusal of the difficult art book which with such work made the way through my rusted brains, but nevertheless has started turning the flywheels which have been not connected closely with cartography, is was as to pass through surgical operation.