Sophia mou, tell me the brand, I will run to market and bring it for you.

I thought I can prevent smoking here but think did not succeed.
All these for you now , go ahead and smoke but I am leaving , can't stand that smoke

Yes you are right. Forbidden fruit is always sweet.

Thinking how one can eat at 4:14 in the morning. I think it is time to sleep and have sweet dreams...
If anybody could offer tea...

Yes, Sophia mou and Cyrano too.
Please, do it because second hand smoking is worse. Do it for us! Offf, it is to hard to breath in this room now. I can't stay any longer. Too much smoke but I want to spend time with you , guys. Please, quit smoking for our sake.

My prayers are with the victims and their families.
It is sad that many people in this world don't understand that they will not take anything with them on their final jorney.Why they don't stop killing innocent people and start loving each other? It is horrible to hear this kind of news. Isn't that enough that natural disasters kill people? There are enough places and resourses for all.

Very well said , Teaschip,
I am totally agree with you.

My diearest X-man!
I want to thank you for the poem with this picture and hope you will like it.

O Canli I am just on time and this is for you then.Thank you!

OOOOO, thank you Canli!
But I think this time I was late, there is no cake.
Susie, of course I had great one.With the friends like you couldn't be otherwise

"Я Люблю Тебя..."

Я люблю тебя, как море любит солнечный восход,
Как нарцисс, к волне склоненный,- блеск и холод сонных вод.
Я люблю тебя, как звезды любят месяц золотой,
Как поэт - свое созданье, вознесенное мечтой.
Я люблю тебя, как пламя - однодневки-мотыльки,
От любви изнемогая, изнывая от тоски.
Я люблю тебя, как любит звонкий ветер камыши,
Я люблю тебя всей волей, всеми струнами души.
Я люблю тебя, как любят неразгаданные сны:
Больше солнца, больше счастья, больше жизни и весны.

Мирра Лохвицкая
*****

"I love you . . ."

I love you as the sea loves the sunrise,
As Narcissus loves the glimmer and the coldness of dreamy waters.
I love you as the stars love the crescent moon,
As the poem loves its creator inspired by fancy.
I love you like the flame that attracts the moth to its Death, from exhaustive love and haunted by melancholy.
I love you as the rushes love the eager wind.
I love you with all my will, and all the strings of my soul.
I love you as I love enchanting dreams,
More than the sun itself, more than the happiness itself, more than life or the joy of spring.

Mirra Lokhvitskaya


Thank you so much!
Я вас обеих очень люблю!