I don’t want my memories to loose colors with years.. I think it’s time to start. I was going to do so a few times before, but my head could handle all the information yet. Now I’m loosing control; everything is mixing up, asking to fix it and find a right place for every thought and every single detail. I’m ready to…. Write.
I’ll write life stories. No fiction. There will be only facts and my thoughts as comments. I’ll change the names of my heroes do not to hurt anybody and if you would recognize yourself be sure the others wouldn’t. Don’t get mad at me)). Take it as a picture; not every our picture is perfect.

I’ll write in English. The reason is very simple. I’m a VERY bad speller ((. I need practice)). Some day I’ll translate my stories in Russian, I promise.

STORY 1. Veronica.
It’s not a human being, it’s a disaster.. Disaster of relationships, disaster of prides and broken hopes, disaster of life. Her life is not finished yet, quite the contrary – it’s only beginning, but she seems old. Her soul is old and frustrated, lost and disappointed. The soul is tired of fighting with its host, mind. Her mind is big; it does can handle too many ideas at the same time. But it’s not mature enough yet to bring most of them to life. One thought covers another, and then both of them get moved by the third, completely different one. If you want to become somebody, you have to concentrate on one main idea and try to make it true. I’m not saying that you can’t give up even if you see you’re wrong; it’s doesn’t work out – try another one. But at least one step at the time!
She took steps; I would say a lot of them)). To be true she became somebody. Mostly in the materialistic way. She proved you can achieve a lot even if you’re all along. Use your brain and other gifts of nature in a right way and you’re almost there. But many of us can start this way; not that many at all can keep it developed and finally bring it to the peaceful result. Digits kill romance.. The more you think the less you feel. She wants to feel. Probably she wants it more than anything else. But she doesn’t remember how. At once there is a chance to feel, along come digits.

To be continued..