Lagereva

Vremya lyubit' Lagereva Russian edition

Kto on, etot paren'. Zachem on vkhodit v ee sud'bu. Chto neset on ey, peresekayas' svoey dorogoy s eye zhiznennym putem. Vstrechi mimoletnye, nichego ne znachashchie. Skol'ko ikh. Kak uznat' chto proizoshedshaya vstrecha - sud'bonosnaya. Kak ne oshibit'sya,kogda vsego vosemnadtsat' let. Schitaetsya, chto ochen' prosto nayti togo, kto stal by dorogim, ochen' vazhnym chelovekom v zhizni, chto eshche stol'ko vsyakikh vstrech bol'shikh i malykh budet vperedi i vsegda mozhno vybrat' ego, edinstvennogo. No, net, vstrech mozhet byt' i mnogo i vsyakikh, no ne ostavlyayushchikh posle sebya nikakikh vospominaniy, a ser'eznykh, nezabyvaemykh, volnuyushchikh na puti ? edinitsy. Komu-to povezet, i takaya vstrecha proizoydet rano. Komu-to ne povezet, i iskat' ee, i zhdat' ee pridetsya dolgo. No, ee stoit zhdat', potomu, chto vstrecha eta darit cheloveku chuvstva delayushchie zhizn' napolnennoy, yarkoy, volnuyushchey. I, schast'e,kogda vstreche rad i on i ona, a esli tol'ko odin.