The love that is praised under the rays of glory and the sun is false, and how real is that love where, even in the most terrible conditions, the cold does not unfold one hundred and eighty degrees ... That love is real where it is in trouble, poverty and being at the very bottom, - do not let go of their hand and believe to the end. That love is real when the whole world is against, and you are FOR. That love is real when it is not because it is COMFORTABLE with a person, but because HE IS. Real is that love, where even in the largest black stripe they do not leave one ...
A lot has been sung, said, written about love ... Only not about the one where hearts live in reality, which under no conditions and circumstances, NEVER, will fly apart in different directions.