My ideal holidays
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My ideal holidays.

  It was a madly fervent summer. I looked at the clear sky and screwed up my
  eyes from the baking rays. Then I caught up a straw bonnet & jumped on the
  scorching sand. It remained only to go up a hill, pass a wicket and here
  it is - an alluring river. I ran down to it, shedding clothes as I went
  and dipped into with run, crying with joy & laughing. I swam deeper and
  deeper; until water became cold then I opened my eyes and admired the
  shoal of fishes, flashed by me. At last a sandbank appeared. I climbed up
  it & felt myself as Robinson Crusoe on a desert island. Holding my nose
  and breath I fell to water by the back. It was an amazing feeling, it
  seemed that the sun fell with me. I lay easy and looked through the water
  at my hands with interest. Probably, there are the same islands in heaven
  and angels are walking there now-I thought.
  Suddenly I saw somebodys eyes right over mine. Taking aback, I gave a
  start and let the air out. Sorry if I scared- said an absolute angel-I
  just thought you may get a bad sunburn. Under water?- I smiled and had
  a fit of coughing suddenly. Oh, it seems to me you have got your mouth
  full of water, it will be better to get back. The stranger put my arms
  around his neck and began to swim slowly. His golden hair smelt of
  freshness and forest. Probably the angel came down to earth in order to
  bring me home- I thought to myself.

Family & marriage.

       Oh God! What a pleasure to love out in the open & bear  the  name  of
  your precious and children, the pledge of your love, are its  new  bonds.
  If you meet the same marriage, so dear alliance, you can consider, that it
  is the paradise on earth. But it shall be ruefully to sell  your  freedom,
  good name & status under the treaty, bend them in despot's will. The  main
  despots servant is quarrels, then you begin to avoid each  other  day  by
  dayspend nights without lovelive without hope  waste  away  in  a  deep
  suffering - the same marriage is the hell of our life.
       There are many reasons, which prevent women to make a family. One  of
  them is the unrequited love. It can be a strong & long-lived passion for a
  man, who doesnt reciprocate. He can live at another world's  end,  to  be
  married or a confirmed bachelor, young or old, but she will wait  for  him
  fondly and believe. In reality, a woman, getting caught in an endless loop
  on the only one man, has a neurotic disorder that had no  connection  with
  real love.
       What marriage means for me.
  On the one hand, our body has its own physical wishes, but on the other-
  our mind & conscience, which form the basis of our character. I think we
  can call out our best qualities in marriage, if we control our physical
  wishes, for ex. to raise a hullabaloo or burst into tears. What for me, I
  can hardly fight back my tears, thats why can easily say that Im a
  weeper, but the worst for me to see my friends tears, not to speak of my
  sisters crying after quarrel with her husband. So, the musicians talent
  calls out it best, when he wields his   instrument. The instrument isnt a
  source of his talent, but only a way of its expression. Similarly, a
  humans body isnt a source of love, but its the means of show his worth.
  And the real man must have his mans qualities in addition to his body &
  muscles. It also concerns of women.
  A real happy marriage, as I see it, consist of people, who understand it
  and can save their love.

  Tyrtyshnaya M.

  Air crash.

  It was too late, when I understand what happened.
  My relatives waited for me on the Christmas in Ufa and I knew I had a long
  flight ahead of me. Our flight promised to be routine. All of passengers
  wanted to taste that greatly praised beef, but I didnt order anything,
  because Ive had a heavy meal this afternoon. Pretty airhostesses ran
  around with food trays from the galley. Later I was impatient to go to loo
  (lavatory), but when I came back I felt the easy swaying. Children cried
  and somebody was very fearful. At first sight it seemed to me that they
  got airsick together. I went alone the aisle and proffered help. But soon
  I dug, that there was another reason. It happened because of that beef,
  which got out of order. I said to the hostess: Tell me the worst at
  once!(   ). And she told, that our first pilot just
  has had a spoil food from the galley and so he cant keep the wheels now.
  I exclaimed: But whats up with people? May be its the same with
  them-the hostesses supposed-will you kindly hold a medicine chest,
  please? What sort of devilry is this? -she was continuing to talk to
  Of course, I didnt believe her. And I decided to find out everything
  myself. I knew, that there was a co-pilot there. Then I found him out in
  the pilots cabin, he stumbled over a footstep and fallen. Whats a safe
  flight?-I said with irritation. Suddenly I heard the intense alarm and
  voice of radio operator, probably the first pilot contacted ground
  control. It happened a small air crash with us, because we hit in air-
  pocket. We shook & jumped in the air during 30 minutes. The plane gained
  height. At that time panic began to spread, half of the people ran around
  & sobbed and didnt let to attend to the sick. Sometimes I felt sick, but
  I collected myself.
  Suddenly the concrete runway flashed by my eyes and we finally touched the
  ground. And only then I understood, that we had a blind flying during the
  whole 30 minutes!!!
  It is all over now, -I thought. I was wrong.  We suddenly stopped to
  circling and screeched to a halt.
  It was a miracle for all people and for me. All I can remember then were
  ambulances, next to the plane and my mothers face, next to me in our
  house in Ufa.
  Well, I was about to think, that it was my last Christmas Eve.

A reasonable wife! If you want your husband to spend his spare time with
you, then you mast make sure in order he couldnt find so much pleasure,
modesty & tenderness elsewhere.


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