Рэй Брэдбери - Любовь живёт 3 года
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Love is a battle that has been lost in advance. Secular people are generally loners, lost in the sea vaguely familiar faces. They try to be, only where it is noisy, you can not talk. The holidays are given to man to hide what he has on his mind. How did I allow the window dressing to crush my life to such an extent? They often say that it is necessary to save the face, and I say, the face must be killed, only so you will be saved by yourself. The mosquito has a century - 1 day, the rose is 3, the cat has 13 years old, love has 3 years and you can’t do anything. First, a year of passion, then a year of tenderness and finally, a year of boredom. In the first year they say: "If you leave, I will commit suicide." In the second year they say: "If you leave, it will hurt me, but I will survive." In the third year they say: "If you leave, I will wash it with champagne." 3 years, statistics, biochemistry. My personal experience, the term of love is the same. I do not like such coincidences, why 3 years, but neither 2, nor 4, nor 4 or say 600. In my opinion, this confirms the existence of three stages, which have been identified by Stendhal, Bart and Barbara Gartvel. Passion, tenderness, boredom. The cycle was made of three steps, each length of a year, a triad, sophisticated like a holy trinity. In the first year, they buy furniture, in the second year they rearrange furniture, in the third year the furniture is divided. Love is a delightful catastrophe, you know that you are rushing right on the wall and still cling to the gas, fly to meet your death, with a smile on your lips, with curiosity you wait for a minute when it tears. Love is the only requested disappointment, the only predictable misfortune that you still want. Love is not understandable thing when you see it from others do not understand anything and even less when it happens to you so that love lives forever, it is enough to forget about time. I understood one thing so that love does not go away, each should be something unlocked, not to allow the original, no, this does not mean to spur itself with artificially created stupid hars, you just need to be able to be surprised at the miracle of every day, be generous and not wise, You are definitely in love when you start squeezing toothpaste to another, not your brush. I learned the main thing in order to become happy, we must survive the state of terrible unluckiness, if you do not go through the school of grief, happiness cannot be durable. For 3 years the love has been living that she did not storm the peaks and did not visit the bottom, but fell from the sky, ready. Love lives for a long time only if each of the loving knows her price. We were not ready for happiness, because we were not accustomed to misfortune, because we were raised in worshiping to one god - well -being, we must end ourselves in order to live a not completed story ......