Light was cut down, all work has risen (I on diaries through a mobile phone). We sit. We idle. Conversations on all and about what. I do not love such conversations on work. Without soap in soul all climb, everyone knows, who is guilty and what to do. Impression such, that all this weight of people only also waited for a right moment, that obmusolit another's problems... Eh, cheloveki...
All right, I am not angry. Let speak. Finally, if me discuss, means, I am live. And itself at times I sin with discussion of associates. Gossips - sacred in working conditions)), and here also are not present light - than still to be engaged?

All these testiki will be in one post. In it.
Much potyreno is godless at. The rest at someone whom I cannot simply recollect now, but I express sincere gratitude for possibility something styrit.

Whether I am pregnant???

What should be my work

As me to draw

The longest interrogation in my life

Who I - blogovod or the gardener?

Any hren, but on the truth similar =)

How many there is my corpse... Now you want me to kill and sell))

Whether indigo I

What I a geometrical figure

That I for the person

About me

That for me loneliness

What I a plant

Who lives in a shower

Again about me

That in my opinion

And still pair of words about me

The force attracting to edge

in-jan

Mda... New week has begun...
At me in a head emptiness rings...
Autumn - harvesting time. Here I also start to collect it on the sly. And I am glad to it or not - has no value. The crop happens different.

Somehow thoughts even are not present any... Or I degrade, or it is just necessary to work less... Interestingly, all my diligence as a result will be rewarded?. So it would be desirable to trust in it.
Soon already half a year as I have changed a job, and I have not understood till now, this new work is pleasant to me or not. And after all it is very important. Work should like.
In general, sometimes I start to think, that I have chosen not that way.
And sometimes - on the contrary, I think, how it is good, that I go this road...
But I without false modesty can tell now, that have justified hopes of the employer, and he already values me, that should please. It means, that I all can. Because when I went here, I did not know absolutely anything about I wash new work and very much was afraid of this uncertainty. Certainly, I and now almost know nothing, but I already see the purpose. Also I go to it with variable success. Sometimes the crop strains... The Main thing, all razrulit... And in general. The only thing that matters is a self-confidence.

Today there was a hard day.

And easy sleep on these days off I, unfortunately, I can not. There were not solved questions which do not give rest. I too impressionable. It is necessary to be bezuchastnee and is more indifferent in relation to work then I will sleep easy in any situations.

Though, probably, the rights the told: "Who takes work to heart, can not worry for it"... Then why I worry?. Or I take it to heart?. Has absolutely got confused...

And nevertheless a dog. And a name I already named - Snusmumrik (Snumi - in abbreviated form). It is necessary to find it. In December. I will devote holiday to animal education =))).
Now the main thing that nothing has prevented my plans...

It will be necessary to make still zagran the passport, and that I so to pension prosobirajus... It in October. And for September a problem a minimum - to make over itself effort and to correct this horror on a head. And that I, as that snusmumrik)).

And on the nearest days off the plan - the campaign in shop to put on and shoes on, and that I have suddenly found out myself absolutely unadapted to coming nearer colds. Eternal my absent-mindedness...

P.S.: I was not kept today and have bought absolutely tremendous book - the collection of verses of Anna Ahmatovoj in the gift edition, a cover - silk, melovannaja a paper, photos and the drawings, each leaflet - a work of art. I admire it. Only here I can not understand myself... I do not love this poetess, I will read its verses hardly... Then what for this book is necessary to me? I hate, when people buy books to decorate with them regiments, instead of to read. I hate, and here itself so has made.

If who thinks, that the smile is an indicator of happiness, I inform is not so. The smile is, more likely, a bait for happiness. I smile, that it, having lost vigilance, has flown during my life and remains in it. Anybody does not have affairs, that at the person inside if it gives away smiles the passer: and another's, malicious and kind, cheerful and sad. All are assured, that such person is happy.

To read further

I go in the express train.
I hang on a hand-rail the right hand.
At the fifth stop to me to leave.
Without stoppers thirty minutes visenija. But without stoppers was not already very much for a long time.
We stand in a stopper before the third stop. I sleep. Has learnt to sleep standing. To me even dreams, that from the hatch in a floor it is put out Vanja Smiths (to a garden together went, last time saw at five years' age) and offers fire wood without margins, an oven to heat. I for some reason decide, what on zarez fire wood (interestingly where I would search for an oven is necessary to me?), also I climb behind it in the hatch. I get out in a grey room without windows, I should press one of three buttons in a wall. Strange, but I press right though wished to press the left. Suddenly I fall in darkness... I Shudder and wake up.
We stand, but is already closer to a stop. I still hang. I hate to hang in buses, but only hanging I am able to sleep... However, still sitting, but in the morning it happens seldom. As road without stoppers.

Back I go in the same bus: I learn zanavesochki with blue swallows (interestingly from what it is swallows to be blue?). To sleep I want always, but on a return way to me for some reason it is not slept. I even sit, but is not slept. Absent-mindedly I look through glass at a dusty city, then I think what not bad to open a window. The world instantly finds colour, everywhere movement, noise, chatter, multi-coloured people hasten somewhere, smile, cars gleam varnish sides, the breeze plays crones of trees, sunlight spots jump on sidewalks, the sky of fantastic deep dark blue colour, some plumelets of clouds at horizon, and pigeons soar in this blue... Whether It is paradise?

Today it is not visible the Moon, but it there is, looks a round eye at the Earth... nemigaja looks, zavorozhenno, vljublyonno, with adoration...
And the star sky today it is not visible... And it is a pity. There is nothing on light, what so drew a sight, as blackness of the night sky with flickering gleams of stars... When you are far from cities, it is possible even to see the Milky Way. It is surprising, as seldom we lift eyes to the star sky and as often it is to be made when stars to see it is impossible...

Only the lantern sadly looks out of the window, almost as zavorozhenno as the Moon to the Earth, but in its light is not present something important, live, touching soul strings... In its light one emptiness...

As it often happens, I have unburdened the heart to the stranger on site any there (even the name has not remembered, an infection...), and me at once it became almost good. I sit one in darkness in front of the flickering screen and I think of winter... About fluffy snowdrifts which will grow to the second floor (I on it very much-very I hope!! Who there manages snowdrifts in the winter - hear me, pliiiiz!!!), how I will mould the snow grandfather (the woman I essentially to mould I do not want, whereas me all the same boys interest more girls) as for the first time I will play for the last years snowballs with same tyotenkami, as I, having forgotten about the status and age, on a level with children. And as, certainly, I will go on a skating rink to the first days off after all around will freeze, and I will go for a drive until I will fall without forces. And then tired, but happy and happy with myself and the world, I will sit down in warm kafeshke with a cup of burning coffee (mmm.... Black, without sugar...) And two fritters with boiled sgushchenkoj....

Yes. So all also will be. To me already even dreams at the nights, that in my court yard have filled in a skating rink, and I run on an attic (on what attic, after all in our house there is no attic!?) behind the fads. However, has not had time to reach, has woken up from an alarm clock sound... That day it was necessary for me for work, and on a court yard there was a wild heat (35, apparently, degrees)... And from it the dream about a skating rink so was remembered. I want it is direct now in this dream...

And in a window leaf to me the moon occasionally shaded dymkoj of clouds shines. A full moon.

Mda...
The mood holiday, yes here only holiday does not threaten in the near future me. And as it would be desirable to drink coffee in three nights, knowing, that tomorrow it is possible to sleep till a dinner, and then to have a nap after dinner... To sleep. To sleep... To sleep.........
And to have dreams. When long I sleep, always I have dreams, and here when before work four hours - that dreams to me it is not acted in film (or are not remembered?).
And meanwhile, work does not release... To It to spit on my mood. And that all friends and native in holidays. And that summer not rubber, and holiday is good in the summer. Tomorrow I will take offence. Let know, that I protest.