Markus,
You know, today I would like to talk about my private life and about
my parents. To me difficultly speaks about it, but I wish to tell to
you the truth. I live one, I do not have mother, not father. The
father at me did not become in the childhood so, that I at all do not
remember it, my mum told to me about it. She said that it was the
pilot, piloted the helicopter and was lost in Afghanistan when I was 6
years old. I am proud, that my father was the hero and I stood up for
the native land, its memory I will always honor. To us with mum it was
heavy, but we have passed all troubles, and 3 years ago it did not
become. To me it was sick from it, the person whom I have lived half
of life has left from me, I had a depression in a half a year current,
I did not wish to live. But thanks to my friends I could leave
depression and again feel a life, for what I am grateful to them. If
not friends, all at me was bad. Markus, I had not an easy life, and
that I have all now, I am obliged to the friends. What friends at you?
Markus, I hope, that you will not set to me questions on my parents.
As it is very heavy to me to speak about it and every time to me it is
sad. I have told to you it because I consider, that you can be
trusted, and you the kind and sincere person.
What season you love, Markus. I do not do distinctions between
seasons. I love a variety. Sometimes it would be desirable to lay down
in a grass on a blossoming meadow. You lay and look, how on the sky
clouds float. And around the sea of colors... Both a smell... And
dreams... Sometimes it would be desirable to pass on autumn wood, to
rustle with the fallen down leaves... A campaign in beautiful dreams.
Sometimes, apparently, that here because of a tree there is a prince,
will approach and will embrace you. And you will eternally go on this
avenue, never leaving... Serenely talking about something. Also there
will be no problems, wars, work and chiefs. And times it would be
desirable, as the child, to somersault in a snow deep snowdrift, to be
left by snow. But something I was lost in day-dreams. Something at me
is a lot of to questions to you Markus. You can send me still the
photos? It would be kind from your party.