I know, that badly I arrive, coming here during the working day... But I can not be kept.
All would be desirable to tell and at once.
Since morning I dream of the sea and the sun, and around only the rain and slush sea, serost monotony, sad faces, infinity of road... It is interesting, why rainy day at people grustnejut persons?. Still yesterday streets sparkled smiles, and today from them does not remain also a trace... And I wish to smile. And let smiles of the people met by me will be my trophy in war with circumstances.

So it is difficult to begin...
All world does it any more one year, and I all did not dare. Responsible this business - a diary. To state thoughts, it is necessary, that they though sometimes visited (thoughts) and were formulated in words. But also it is not enough of it. Without a corresponding spirit no diary will turn out...
Earlier I already had a diary, but personal - on the house computer. I was the unique reader. Then kompter was ill, all information on its hard disk has been mercilessly destroyed by an unknown virus. Including a diary which I by the naivety have not kept more on any carrier. Since then has passed two months. The whole two months of meditations - how to restore a diary. Has come to conclusion, that it is impossible. Has cried.
Now here I start to be equipped here...
I do not know while, that from this leaves, but I hope, that this diary will be not not comprehended by the same fate, all the same even if the computer will die, the site remains, and together with it and all my thoughts.
Hardly it will be thoughts about the big policy and destinies of the countries and continents. But it will be thoughts. So, to it the place in @дневниках.