How I started to love children... and not only them

It just happened like this, that I've always been a lonely person. I had a reputation of a freak, so... you understand=)
That's why I usually go along the streets sadly and keeping my head down. But one day , while walking like that I've heard a shy "Hello". I lifted my head up and saw one little blondie with a modest look. She didn't wanted to harm me by words, she didn't want to say me what a fool I was. She didn't even know me! She just met me in the street and said "Hello".
Since then I started to notice — little children often greet me. They always speak to me with "vy". "Vy" is a symbol of respect in my country. They don't know they should dislike me. They don't understand what adults talk about me. Their hearts are clear... exactly as their souls.
Yes, I love children. And I love all the population of the world just because everybody was a child, everybody, maybe, said hello to some weak, saving his soul from hate. Thank you, blondie.

Haw How I started to love children... and not only them

It so happenedhappens, that I've always been a lonely person. I had have a reputation of for being a freak, so... you understand=)
That's why I usually go along streets sadly and keeping my head down. But one day I was walking like that I've when I heard a shy "Hello". I turned lifted my head up {or "I looked up"} and saw one a little blondie with a modest {"shy"?} look. She didn't wanted to harm me by words to tease me, she didn't want to say tell me what a fool I was. She even didn't even know me! She just meet met me in the street and said "Hello".
Since that then I started to notice that little children often greet me. They always speek to me with "vy". "Vy" is a symbol of respect in my country. They don't know that they should dislike me. They don't understand what adults talk think {or "say"} about me. Their hearts are clear... rightly as like their souls.
Yes, I love children. And I love all the population of the world just because everybody everyone was a child once, everybody everyone, maybe, said hello to someone weak, saving his her soul from hate. Thank you, blondie.

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