You know, it just happens sometimes, everything is in a hurry somewhere, you are in a hurry, you are afraid to be late, you consider yourself a very important person, and still you don’t have time for the main thing ... Perhaps, because you still don’t know that for you is the most important thing. Maybe you know, only it is the most important thing, some non-permanent - in 15 years it is one, in 16 it is another, and in 18 it is not at all like the previous two.

You know, just sometimes, someone's name is stumping in the sand with a twig, you start to guess: will the next wave erase it or not? You leave without turning around and piously believing that what you wrote is indestructible, and only much later you are convinced that time erases a stone, not that wrong sand ...

You know, just sometimes, looking at the lights in the house opposite one after another, you painfully want to believe that someone there, in an incomprehensible, but already familiar to you shell space, also looks at your window and also measures the temperature of a window with your forehead glass ...

You know, just passing through the City, every year you more and more often begin to peer into faces, and each time - in a different way. Depth - - a sign of non-emptyness of past years. You, too, have a tendency to look for shallow-water, but only by making mistakes every time (as it is all at the wrong time!), It is harder for you to start a new search, but knowing this, everything will become much easier. This is just a new round up.

You know, and sometimes you don’t want anything like a simple minute of peace and quiet. This is a time for the rest of the troops, time to tidy up, so that in the morning the enemies burst with envy, seeing you vigorous and confident.

You know, and sometimes it seems that you underestimate your capabilities, and sometimes the opposite is true. Sometimes you are ready to build a tower, but sometimes you look at yard dogs as brothers. You probably do not want to die ugly ...

You know, just sometimes, when you come home, you feel ashamed because many of your most beautiful deeds were born not inside you, but outside, and if someone would have guessed about the true motives of what you do, you would become clumsy and uncomfortable.

You know, and sometimes it's just spring ... and my heart stops for joy and sadness, and you regret that no one knows how good and bad you are ...

You know, and sometimes you can't fall asleep, and you envy those who can sleep ...

You know, sometimes puddles burst with crystal bells ...

You know, and sometimes you just fear that you are ...

You know, sometimes it's just rain and cold ...

You know, and sometimes just ...

You know, and sometimes ...

You know ...