Евгений Гришковец - Есть такое.....
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There is a feeling, even though that is called a word, but it's a feeling. That it is called the sense of this word, which is very difficult to say in their own language. In a strange, foreign, as many irresponsible it is possible to speak. And tell the mother tongue, then stumble on it and cleared his throat apologetically. And even if the word is thought there is in my brain, I think, and then apologetically stumble on it, and cleared her throat ... This word-love. Well, when you fall, once again, this love, so falls on you, and at what each next love is always stronger than the previous one. And so I fell, and you think, "Well, my e, well, why do that again, eh? So all was well, efficiently, safely, comfortably. " And here it is felt strongly and for a long time again. And can not avoid, you know that everything has already fallen. And in this state, no matter where you go out either on business, with in cases which are scheduled to love, because during the love of anything to do at all. Well, that is, in fact, goes on affairs of your body, which then perform social functions. And there is going on, you vyshel- went, went, went missing and disappeared. And you do not have, and was not found. And you can not even remember what it was like when you were not. Then suddenly you show up and the world begins to manifest as an image on the photographic paper, and you find yourself sitting on a bench is dirty. At some strange and unfamiliar to you part of the city, on a dirty bench, which would you without love for what would not sit down. And then what that piece of paper, broken glass, people are going somewhere and you think as- you get here? You look at the clock and realize that you were not there long enough. And it should be on here somewhere to get out. Where to get out? Well there where all the people go. You get up and you go after people. Where all go? And everyone goes to the metro. And you go, and at the same time you have such a lyrical person. Well, because you feel sorry for yourself, well, because that's how that happened. How then are you here so sorry you're going, are going through. And suddenly in the crowd you meet a person that you become even embarrassing, that's all for this lyrics And you dumaesh- Lord, what could happen to a person that only he was here such a person? And this is a man who stands and like something is selling near the metro. Or paper gives useful information. Or here he stands with useful information on the chest. And even want to find out this information, or even buy what he was selling, but not for the fact that he was delighted, and so that his face would be, if only for a moment changed. But it is clear that there have been such global processes that the person does not change. And you're here you look and think, God, but who is to say thank you for the fact that I'm just not worthy? But I could stand. To say thank you, I do not sweep the yard or do not collect these bottles in the backyard? To say thank you for this? And the man whom you love. The man who loves you. Not that the tourists, foreign people who came to see what we've got going on. And you catch their eye and certainly understand that you are to them no more than the urban landscape. And much less important than, for example, elite decorations on the facade, what may be a fountain or a stone horse. And all that you can only smile at them. And they have already made an opinion about you and the country. They think that everything is clear, and very clear. But your man is not a foreign tourist and not a guest in your soul. He did not stick in the album frames of life, only in order to show the drunken guests. He believes he remembers and loves. Is always. He fills all your space, and you will not feel lonely. The world does not seem so big and round the subject. Do you realize that you are sitting on the edge, on the surface of the planet. Above only the universe that you appreciate and believe in you.