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I hate stations!

Lost View and Dark Light, in the Gnutting Corridors. Sunny people, suitcases. Topot. Ropot. Something like "I love you" and a shop. The lack of courage to say the intimate is quite sincere and not prefigured.

Dad, I forgot what to be bold ... I was completely outlined among these humane. From foot to foot. After 15 minutes of the train arrival. Some familiar, others ... remove them. Something all the time I prevent you from huging you carefully. Probably the utterly inability to be tender with you. After all, you can touch, but not to find multiple. I would have a warm wind for you. Yes, but not the time nor the time nor thoughts. You're leaving. We again with you spit. It would say that I am you, to step up this abyss of the tin, alien ideas, distances and fictions ...

Dad, it seems again the tears depended.

Dad, I'm not used to me to say goodbye ...

Dad, if you can quickly stay! I ... I hate stations ...

Among these empty promises, among your fast farewells, I am alien to me, Mimoschnaya's threshes.

Dad, I just want to have a soul to give your breath for a smile. Therefore, you know, I will flip ... You say something ... Warm, gentle. And I would shract me that the adjacent my heart is forever next to you!

Dad, your daughter covered the wave. Fair? love you! Rarely talking about it. But you know that the most valid is most valuable. Forgive me unparent for all misconduct and grave dams! There is nothing better shoulders of your hair. Do you want, I will reach my hands to the stars? Do you want to achieve such heights so that then then remain only to be proud of and smile? Just do not cry, Pa ... It does not fit with you. I believe in you, as in the bright sky above your head, as hoping to the last sigh.

Dad! Your daughter grows up with you! Just need some more powder ..

5 fingers favorite palms imprinted on a dirty glass of the car. And I will remember that you need to take care of a family, myself and hands. I put the veask and kopechon - everything you say! Only you will adhere again and in the distance for thousands of miles and miles. And then I'm past driving machines.

I will come once, and we will sit down to read books, brewing tea and smile each other. In the apartment warm, bought sincerity, Mom will prepare us some delicious thing. But all that I have left now is your leaving look. Shooting in the back stop the sound of the outgoing train.

Dad, you hold on Despite the sinking hell! I'm with you. Forever, hear? Until the end of any barometer. Only smile more often. Immediately breathing easier and dreams, it is made, it is done, it is achieved. You smile - everything changes. But I .. I hate stations. These huge distances. These terrible silent farewells. They have repeatedly selected you ....