However, if you do not enjoy the life as it is, try playing with it. Life always appreciated the brave ones. Life can be compared to a crazy and stern chief, whose mood can be changed any minute: he can either award you or send to a long journey to let you die there by the sword after you did one and the same thing. And you will go there. You will go as a loyal dog realizes when its master betrayed it that it surely goes towards death, yet still it goes automatically, given that the owner has never hurt his pet. Everything can happen for the first time, and Luisian should eat his jar of honey carefully. He might get diabetes this way, providing that he gave up eating sugar and meat for the last couple of years. At last, Luisian simply can satiate himself with honey that he will think he had satiated himself with life long before. Life is tricky when it comes to failures, that is why when it seems to you that there is no hope, it is not worth powdering your head with the ashes. Perhaps, life simply forgot you, and you may just kick it, and life will remember you. Probably, it will apologize. But never be crestfallen. Your spirit cannot stay permanent, so when we lower the level of our self-estimation, we act as a little boy who plucks leaves from a bush. Leaves will grow again, he knows it, but today this can spoil the mood for some time. Yet what is mood itself? This is the marker of how greatly we spoil our life. And this is the reason for the mood to be never ideally good. There is no universal truth, the snow does not fall during three hundred sixty five days in year and there is now barberry water with the taste of strawberry. There nuances and comparisons rise. Venus at times resembles the Moon so much that you look at it and wonder, “Where have I been all that time?!” But you have a nap, and the new morning comes, which means everything will return to its usual course. You should only have your own jar of honey.
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Let it all out, my dear friend, let it all out. Luisian was going in his train. For the unknown reason train is a symbol of progress for the majority of people. We are not going to dispute with them. Without saying, Luisian moved towards his progress. His condition can be described with three words: an old oak. Have you ever walked in the alley in your favourite park near your house? Have you ever greeted the dawn on the Seine river together with pigeons and an oak copse? The oak is truly an everlasting symbol of life. Seems, especially in the oak trunk growth rings, unlike in other trees, can form the infinity sign when cut. Admittedly, oaks have their beauty. There is no copse that could have seen more sunrises and sunsets, break-ups pigeons than the old oak copse not far from the burnt Notre-Dame. Probably because it lives for a long time. Probably, people admire the oak’s power, and all curious deeds are done under its crown. Have you ever touched the coarse bark of the oak? “To coarsen as the oak’s bark” is said not in vain among people. It means something! So if you have not touched yet – touch. If only I once caressed a crocodile, I would tell I touched the oak as the sense is same. It is true, since the oak endures more than other trees, I suppose. It suffers from more wind, light, feelings, worries, velvety sand, brought with Kaliningrad wind, and knowledge. And the oak is strong. As iron wheels of a small rusty van somewhere on a small railway station in Alupka go back towards their home, they just become tempered, so the steel inside of the oak’s soul hardens too as the time passes by.
One day while the heavy rainstorm, being still in Italy, Luisian came upon an oak cope. There was a river flowing beneath. The summer night was as warm as only can be the one awaken by the heart-rending screams of thunder. Luisian went, shining with happiness after the night tryst. He was eighteen. All of a sudden the lightning stroke into a very young oak near the river, something cracked, scraped and fell into pieces, and only the wind mourned for the loss of the oak cope. Luisian did not pay his attention to it, since he was under the sweet languor of the meeting. So is the life: it may well not notice us when we are overfilled with emotions. Wise is that oak which decided to interview its brunches with its brothers ones. Wise is the nature. Let it all out, share with a first stranger or accept the fact there is no one to share it with. In this case, the nature estimated you as a strong one. The evolution carries on this way. If you water the peach tree much often, it will be the surfeit of liquid for it. If you do not pick up the ripe papaya for a long time, it will go off. However, you can get the most delicious stewed fruit especially out of slightly overripe fruit. Make your choice. Perform an experiment right now, let it all out. There must be no misery in the world.
Chapter 14, Alkaid
Any toy is okay that keeps the baby at play. (Russian saying)