I remember well the large cherry orchard near the house. My father said that he took seedlings in a nursery on the other side of the city and had to carry them across the city in his hands - they were not allowed into public transport with trees.

At the time of my early childhood, my parents planted potatoes in the steppe - on small plots of plowed land, adjoining either a state farm field with grain, or near small lakes.

It should not be studied at school, it should not be read to young people, they say, the new generation has different tasks and values. It's time to send the stories of Tolstoy with Dostoevsky, Chekhov and others to the dustbin - they say, this is all obsolete old stuff.

We must wait for something. I went to the last festival because I had nothing to do. It was three years ago. And there I liked the playing of a pianist. Not even that - I burst into tears from Her Tchaikovsky. That was at least some strong feeling in my life lately.

And now so many years have passed, and I'm still waiting for them to find me. And until they find me, how can I find someone myself?

Not that there is anything to say or anything happens ...

November🍁 It's early to sum up stock, and I'm not fond of it anymore, to be honest)!

We all need to love and be loved. But, unfortunately, in life there are not so often really happy couples.

Pay attention to the face of the woman preparing food for you, knitting or sewing for her family. It glows from within.

Rather, I'm happy with absolutely anyone. The sun is shining? Perfectly. Rain? Better yet, the air is cleaner. I used to be very dependent on the weather. My mood was subject to what was happening outside the window. I adored summer, hated slush and rain, and fell into a daze from the cold.

Strength ... reliability ... support ... protection ...

Some of men here write about about obstacles, age difference, cultural issues. But let's see how other people come over it and live happily

I am not a young girl here and search for love. My intention is to know what men think of romance here. Is it real to meet a mature but a romantic man, hold hands and feel a happy couple?

Woman is pleasure. The woman is a holiday. Woman is luxury .. A real woman is immediately visible. What makes her like that?

It seems to him that he deserves more - this is how he was inspired in childhood. Therefore, he is constantly not satisfied with everything: home, work, a person nearby.

Superheroes are not the ones who flip cars, crumple the sides of villains, and wear cloaks and underpants over leggings. Superheroes are parents who love their children.

Walk longer in the autumn forest, drink coffee, crunch with waffles with powdered sugar - certainly with it, it tastes better.

Despite my young age, I am serious about starting a family and becoming the one that will give happiness and warmth to my man. And I hope that soon I will be able to wake up in the morning with who I can name my husband.

Everyone has their own fears and dreams. But what if fears disappear and dreams come true in an instant? Then a person becomes the happiest and most invulnerable, because this is a huge gift of the fate…

Where did this awful expression "Nobody owes anyone anything" came from? This expression is inherently deceitful, because man is a social being.