Hi, my friend! You know I am now in a place of our globe, where the phone is not working, no Internet, here and sat down to write you a letter. By the way, very unusual Express their thoughts full of offers, and not like in ICQ, smiles...
Now, once on this almost uninhabited (from the point of view of the modern user) place, I realized that in the life of many charms, Internet life ends.
Taking his first book, thought that reading a sink in a dream, but so thrilled... Did not expect that modern writers still there and can write normal, interesting, intriguing things. I've got a book "a little Golden cloud",the author of which is Anatoly Pristavkin.
I thought that this book is something of Pushkin, Lermontov, which we learned in school need to read, and during study, very annoying, but since nothing had opened it.
You know, I'm not sentimental, to the life of attitude with skepticism, but it is a work of shocked, made my way to the bone, I didn't expect that I can on a book cry. But not as sentimental lady, but like a man who had lost his own mother, a close, the only friend.
I will not describe the plot, there is no sense to transfer the feelings and sensations, it should be read.
You're my reader, cultural and brought up, tell me, is it normal, when you want to break the book, because she told the truth...?
How do I get used to the American happy end, when through all of the test. hero remains alive, but still happy!
It's not so. Don't know, you read the book or not, but be sure to read, this is the masterpiece that you need to know to a deal. So many thoughts... and all contradictory. How to live? Who is friend and who is the enemy? And can we define it?
That's so. Right, I'll let you their thoughts torment. Go read Dan brown, his detectives allow you to relax, and not forced to cut themselves.
Happily. Send our greetings from the "Martyr of science".