My best friends

When I was a little boy, I did not care about reading. Maybe I had creativity, or maybe I was able to create my own stories. Now, I am trying to be an adult and it is difficult. Some days I do not know what I should do.

The Books help me to escape from reality. During that time  When I am reading, they return bring back a part of me. A part that I thought was lost,  a part of me that I thought was lost comes back. The books are turning me back into a child, a child that should never have disappeared.

My best friends

When I'd been a little boy, I did not care about reading. Maybe I had creativity, maybe I had been able to narrate my own stories even. Now, I have been trying to become as curious as a child, but it is so difficult. Some days I'm asked how to behave for getting harmony with nature and society. I do not know how to teach people the way of correcting and improving the ability to speak clear and understandable, to read, learn, teach, talk or write with love and pleasure. As for myseif it's my rule to be always above any evil: that I should think, speak and act in order to keep my love to life positivly emotional and energetic. (P.S. Now I see some commentaries have been appeaing and it's necessary to stop my composing before finding my own mistakes here. Smile - I am Russian, sorry!)

The books help us to escape from severe reality. During that time, we could return a part of ourselves having been lost and half forgotton back in some form of its incarnation. A part that we thought to be disappeared forever, while in fact it has been survived They, our personal notes and citations extracted from favourite books havlng done many years ago are able to refresh feelings and mood, as a cold shower or swimming in heat does.  Regular rereading them turn us into kids again, those ones, who are the most talented and creative human beings love to which should have never been disappeared.

To my best friends

When I was a little boy, I did not care about read. Maybe I had creativity, maybe I was able to create my own stories. Now, I am trying to be an adult and it is difficult. Some days I do not know what I should do.

The books help me to escape from reality. During that time, they return a part of me. A part that I thought was lost. They are turning me into a child, a child that should never have disappeared.