I feel my homelessness...
Hey, pa, look, I`m dreaming...
I can`t stop screaming.
Going on the road, I self forgive.
And with it I can`t live.
"Work don`t like me",
It again can`t be..."
Chapter eighth.
16/01/2016. 09:35. I woke up and waited in the window. The snow going on together with the rain, but it is so cold, what after that I dressed up warmly. Thinking about other things, I returned to the past time, when I started my job. I looked, how people did not understand anything at all.
The fact is that all the benefits come from great difficulty, and any bad person can destroy these benefits.
However, people do not believe that for life or for these benefits must be fought, if they are mined by honest labor. In fact, all dishonest people get it easily and without any thoughts of conscience.
"- What happens to a person with heart pain?
- Such a person begins to gloat over others for fun and to feel the joy of their pain, because he himself was once so...
For example, you created a company, which helps people, or you wrote a handbook on plant care.
And besides you, nobody needs these things. Anyone can spit on it, throw it in a bucket, even without the thought that this was achieved with the help of some great work. You give people a book, and you know that it will wipe one place".
Actually, it is not understand, how humans say, as though, who ever should think and talk on certain language. Maybe, somebody wants to explain his (her) opinion on favorite vocabulary.
I am in the work-room. I read the news in this morning. And in these five minutes I would want to say any.
First, in the parts of news-pages the interesting was that, what the policemen of England bitten the pure street-man and broken his automobile without any reasons. The address of that video I don`t want to show any-who.. Second, I thought that the humans should be careful and cleverer in the other situations. Just think, how it can change self, if you will begin to do something wisely.
Hmmm, it can be my help for my day life at the conferences of my classmates. Just I should be quiet and patient.
Chapter nineth.
Once upon in the night, at the early light of the sun, I thought about something, that could be reminding me about my last evening. But I forget. I didn`t bethink.
Sleeping in ever dream, seeing the past, can you believe to the freedom and conscience? Never you think about that? Even if you was sad? Amazing! It`s amazing! But if you will any pass in your friendship, but if you will get any mistake, what you will do after wall of broken stones?
Whatever have real and wonder sides, and you know about that. But you chose to sit in full darkness and to count the numbers of cold self behaves.
You hate the immortal and forever goodness, with by which the people did the fancy actions.
Are you can to give the presents at usual day or at Christmas? What was that? It must have been bad relationships, bad thoughts, accusing other people of lying, when you did it yourself.
Should you do better? Stop being evil! People will not help you, if you will stay in an empty place and will start saying bad words. It is not a defense. This is a bad thing.
"What you felled? What you thought? What you want to do? The questions can be different and other for this theme. Just you, just you can change the bad situation, and not I. I saw the bright light in your eyes, your smile on the mouths, and I ignored that, because its weren’t in the time. Do anything good. Do anything good not for yourself, but for others, for usual people..."
I said that for him. He leaved from my room, he gone from my floor. He gone from the city and from country. He heard or forgot it, I don`t know, but many his letters and massages from he, after our talking, made me to read all, what was at the coffee-table and at work-hold. I again surprised. He wrote about mountains and about rocks, at which he stood in previous day, in early mornings. This large text was the remainds of his adventures. He greeted me. As like it was as it, is beyond it will be better, than it was after.
I read few his letters. He was sick. He talks about his journeys at the yellowed paper. The time didn`t pure any-who. Climbing on the highest rocks, he liked admire the scenery that appeared before him as he climbed the steps. He added the photos, what created after by authorize changes. I enjoined the style of writing. I decided to answer to his much dreams for his favorite cafe "On the point of the top" in low lands of Australia.
I thought. What that so can be, if some people dislike, when somebody points them to their mistakes and tells them what to do. They just start to get angry and to swear.
You will can lose your free time, and will go with empty arms to pure place. Fees the soulful lights attend, you could be careful anywhere.
How I don’t want to change myself.
How little kindness I see of people faces,
I do to good my behave,
Looking up the rises,
So I want to wait for the decision,
So I like the black color.
Getting of the vision,
He done the follow.
Reminding other advises,
I go alone to early lights
What will be there, I don`t know,
of goodness all the nights.
Chapter tenth.
"They want to break the history of everyone, they want to kill the all saved people, they want to make others to feel the bad feelings. You, knowing that or unknowing that, you not want to do and don`t to something for your save, for your good life, you just sleep. You are in your dream, you hear something, but you dislike to do yourself better, you are charmed, you are unmoved. You still think, that maybe somebody to save you any-where and any-when, if you will be crashed after some awesome unreal change... Get up! Wake up!" - he said to me, when I dreamed in my single clean room at the third floor of little house, after tired weak of hard work.
He caught up me in fifth dream, he awoke me by cold and fresh water, and I awoke fast, as I could to do that. He told me about much brilliant stones, which were there, at his secret part of his noiseless place. His appearance was gray and had strange ill side. I didn`t understand his point of his arrive, but something tells me, what is that happens.
We gone from my part of the social behavior, and after some instructions, he put me in the car, on the third seat. We went. I took my things in advance, and now I kept them near me. The path went to a mysterious place where we had to live later. He stopped the car in front of the fence of a large, but invisible from a distance, stone warehouse. I went outside, I saw a girl.
- Her name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, meet him, this is Michael.
- Hi, Michael. How are you?
- I`m normal. I’m good. And you?
- Brilliantly. What he said about me?
- Nothing! He told me about strange situations, and we ariived there. Now I don`t know the point of this new life.