Мы обречены до конца своих дней скитаться с мыслями о том,что все происходящее с нами - это не жизнь, это чушь, жизнь всегда там, где нас нет.

My mother has a strange opinion: "If the guy called to take a walk, he is a maniac". What for nonsense?! No, of course, I don't consider myself adult. But also she should understand that I don't burn with the desire to see off for days on end within four walls with books in an embrace or with it. Care? It is search. It is a big rarity, that it me somewhere without her. Hard.