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greencatina @ 2009-05-07T01: 45:00

 man - a whole world, a parallel world: In its own laws, its own nature, their signs. Vasilisa was afraid to associate with other people - It's like to be one on an alien planet, without support and without advice. Vysilisa read books on evenings, with a lot of thoughts other worlds. People - a whole world, a parallel world. It has its own weather, his poems, his threats. Vasilisa loved to watch others people as a meteorologist who works on the prognosis, forgetting to think about how close the world and the indescribable Humble named Vasilisa. In the parallel world is often necessary to be able enter: Someone - the border, customs and entry on a piece of paper; Someone steel gates and there is no path; Someone wicket, but cornflowers and daisies. But it existed myself narspashku, and without a gate, so that if someone gets - Do not think for a moment that he was in a parallel universe ... Meanwhile, the worlds are usually inhabited - Somewhere thoughts and where certain things, and now sometimes it matures before World War II, which has its villains, its heroes and it happens that in the confusion does not understand who the outside, who hunt to evil, who brought the good. Vasilisa went around as if from a distance, easily opened, but she did not seek the soul - Behold, not knowing how often a thin boundary between the world and the world, just as the border to break. And seeing how slowly the native transgress the threshold of the guests of the other worlds. People - an entire world - and dangerous world, the dangers the more he seems familiar: That's hard to believe that you were definitely cute, "Come in, take off your clothes and make yourself at home and see it, if you are sitting on a throne, And Nobody, not even the most courageous, you will not touch. Vasilisa seemed small and boneless, but - how much has happened here to lay down his head, not to stick with its bizarre microcosm not accept that there exists life. Leaving its characters, hurrying past - Yes not so they were needed. Vasilisa liked the house, and from all corners of the universe, she uyutneee was where she was born into the world. Only occasionally have dreamed her that must necessarily be a better world, a parallel world, without which there is no life. After these infrequent dreams Vasilisa was sad: None of the well-known books not found it this world. Vasilisa kept a diary and did not know the simple secret: That the only worlds We accidentally throws. People - a whole world, a white light - not to seize it, do not learn it, not studied. Zaplutavshaya somewhere in the wilds of thy people, Vasilisa learned to be chutche. Vasilisa wrote to you in the gray notebook, every rustle of yours, every new bright paint, each windy trail on the lake surface of the mysterious, just that - a separate tale.