Eyes are windows to the soul.  You know I have read that, or so it seems to me, somewhere a quite long time ago.  To this day I was agreeing with that statement but not fully.  I could read people minds, mood and their most inner thoughts just by looking at their eyes.  And I liked to do so just to define the inner psyche of the person I was having conversation with.  A lot of times it was rather repulsive to do so for the impurity of the human mind now.  With further advancement of this world, and a better appeal of the progress's evidence, human minds were becoming more rotten.  Majority of people was becoming more materialistic with every single moment of the flowing time.

It came to the point, when eyes of the vast majority of the people I looked into started to look as dirty windows to their souls, or in actuality as windows to their dirty souls. For either reason habit of mine I loved once became the most hated one.

And there is one time a year, when you have to be happy no matter what; you know naturally, I am talking about 'tis the season'.  Or at least you have to have that mask of happiness glued to your face, and to be able to make everybody around you believe, that you are the happiest and the luckiest person in the entire world.

That is the time when you usually lose all belief in the kindness and the beauty of this life and that is the day when everything seems to be sour and leaving an incredibly awful aftertaste in your mouth and to give you dull headaches, whenever you think about that. But nevertheless, you have to be 'happy' and a part of this 'appy and lucky society'

It is the season also, when you try to spend some money of yours for the beloved ones, overall, everybody has to be happy, because they are 'happy' and they are about to make everyone around them 'happy'.

During this time, when everything seemed to be 'hattered dreams'to me, a pair of eyes I caught my attention..

She without a doubt had to have a kind soul and a wonderful psyche.  If there are eyes that supposed to touch tenderly, and there is an expression like that, it is said about these eyes. The worst part was, those eyes were filled with tears, and those of not 'Ye, joyful'.  They were sad, incredibly sad, more sad than mine or anybody else's.  But that person even did not try to hide that expression of her eyes.  She was sad, and that was pain filling her eyes.  Something had to happen to her, something that had made her that hurt.  But those tears enhanced those eyes beauty: I know I sound selfish, but that is the truth. And I started to believe again in true feelings being still alive in some people, their true soul to be there and breathing.

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   Глаза - окна в душу.  Я прочитал это довольно давно где - то , или это мне только кажется.  Хотя не полностью, но до некоторого времени я был с этим согласен.  Я мог читать мысли людей, их настроение, их, наиболее сокровенные идеи просто глядя в их глаза.  Мне нравилось заниматься этим для лучшего понимания 'внутреннего я' человека, с которым я разговаривал в тот момент.  Много раз, впечатление было довольно отталкивающее из - за грязи человеческого разума в наши дни.  Большинство людей становится всё более материалистичным с каждым моментом проходящего времени. 

Настало время, когда глаза огромного большинства людей в которые я заглядывал, превратились в грязные окна их душ, а точнее, в окна в их грязные души.