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Good books - those reading who do not think about the following.
But those reading who want to write their own - yet better

All my life I am living in one apartment. Even in the same room. Twenty-one year I just went down to the ground-floor, because up to ten years, sleeping on bunk bed. Due to permanent housing our house did not even painted, just build up around, like break off pieces of the green iceberg and float away in the concrete sea - to stand in pots on the windows - I've never changed the school, though at heart be a new class was a little afraid. Efficient is whether to start Cat and as soon as he goes to bed, too, not tested. Even repairs can remember only twice - a green and brown.
But still can not say that I live completely in the same place as fifteen years ago. Near our house, through Ostrovityanova or, as he contemptuously called the speakers in buses, Ostrovi'tyanova, believing that only they know how to properly - always a grocery store. Before we called it "The Pit" because the road to it had always down. And all this road is also called "go into the pit." Weekly eschatological journey for some reason never gives me the relevant feelings. Only this is the way to forever remain in my childhood. I clearly remember we were very long, the road passes through forest, across the meadow with giant elephant umbrella - the nature of this adjective are difficult to understand - that there is a stream flowed, and on its banks grew strange horizontal trees.
Then, When I grew up, but not much - in his youth often feel that "has everything" - when the Supermarket is closed for renovation, weekly walks have not changed daily - The dog - on Lenin built the car interchange. I remembered that long ago it was not and there was a forest, and linked the loss of the Pit, and all her condescending the way it is with this outcome. Naturally, a huge forest of childhood did not fit in place of ten bands from my youth, but the discrepancies with the scale, I cheated on too rapidly changing field of view.
But as time passed, the dog every evening bestowed me an hour for soul-searching - and growing up, painted pages in the overseas passport, and now the phrase "I will never do!" ceased to be the most consumed, replaced by "As I've always liked to do it" and other, foreign. Relations with the figures for this period is much complicated, but because the scale - not numbers, and relationships, to understand it does not need to add or - oh God! - To divide, but only the estimate. And now, having visited twice in the same chthonic woods, I suddenly realized how things have changed around a large scale, anywhere without devshis how far in the same place his childhood and even adolescence, and that the pit was opened, "ABC taste."