People came and left, changes marks of cars, a fashion on color of hair and the size of heels varied, and I all the same of Vika which writes songs and trust in miracles. I love apples, a land and mather's a russian cabbage soup. I like to walk under a rain without a umbrella, to leave traces of barefooted legs on sand and ink spots in the form of animals. I love, when same animals it is possible to guess in clouds.

I love a smell of a new-mown grass and a smell of babies. I like to arrive from the next tours, to make green, fragrant tea, to climb in a hot bath and to close eyes. I love my house! I love Moscow and London, Rome and Venice, Suburbs of Paris and travels. I roll in the star sky, I can look in it having lifted a head in eternity. I like to plan and carry out them. I like to forgive people, for the sake of their blessing! I like to light candles and to read books. It is a lot of to read. I love good books. I love all films E.Ryazanova, especially «the Service novel!» I know it by heart. I like to meditate, listen inside of myself to Lord, white roses, to talk in English and to drive my car, I like to iron and to prepare for a cream-soup. I like to do gifts, I love money because I work, what them to earn. I love my parents! They surprising, sacred people! Touching! My daddy yesterday has told to me: «Daughter! I all life wondered for what I was born! And only under an old age of years I have found the answer to this question: It is necessary to be kind to all!»

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