Yes, it has finished finally. And i've understood not really pleasant fact.
I'm absolutely unable to work hard. I'm feeling terribly happy knowing that i don't have to bother about anything anymore. Don't know how i will feel when i'll have to become an adult. Actually, i don't want to know.

It's so delightful, just to write down lazy night thoughts and listening for carefree songs.

Nonchalance, btw, isn't so bad. At least, it protects me, so spineless and weak, it isolates me from all this stupid turmoil, others' opinions and boring daily stuff and give an excellent opportunity to look inside myself, to try to listen to my heart at last and to understand, what i really think about it all. Well, i have three months to do it.

To eat, to drink, to sleep, to read. I've heard somewhere such a definition of happy life in four words. The beginning of summer and Francoise Sagan are inclining me to carefree life without tomorrow. I haven't decided yet, should i be ashamed of such simple needs or not, but,  i believe, in any case, it is worse to lie myself by trying to convince myself that i like all that daily fuss... Probably, one day i'll like it all.

I'm going to finish reading "Il nomme dela rosa". I've already known, who is the muderer, so, Wallander, you can't blackmail me anymore. Finally i've found such an author, whose books i can re-read a thousand times in order to solve puzzles. I can't read book, which i understand cleary. No matter how i like the book, if there are no more puzzles and secrets in it, i won't read it  - reading for a second time can't be compared with the first time anyway. I wonder, if writers know, how many puzzlies there are in their books? Now i got strong desire to get acquainted better with the Bible and with history of medieval monasteries. Love the books which make me want to read more.