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I hate stations!

Lost view and dim light, in the gnealky corridors. Sunny people, suitcases. Topot. Ropot. Something like "I love you" and shopot. The lack of courage to say the intimate is quite sincerely and is not prefabricated.

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. I have something all the time prevents you hug you carefully. Probably the utmost inability to be gentle 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 or the goals nor thoughts. You're leaving. We again with you apart. It would say that I am you, to overstead this abyss of the Moloss, 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 be the soul to give your breath. Therefore, you know, overpay ... You say something ... warm, gentle. And I would scream that the adjacent my heart is forever next to you!

Dad, your daughter covered the wave. Honestly? love you! Rarely talking about it. But you know that the most valuable is most important to say. Forgive me unpaulling for all misconduct and grave dams! There is nothing better than your hair shoulders. 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 ... With you it does not fit. I believe in you, as in the bright sky above my head, as hoping to the last breath.

Dad! Your daughter will grow together 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 the family, myself and hands. I put the vesa and kopushon - everything you say! Only you will adhere again and in a distance of thousands of miles and miles. And then I am past driving cars.

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

Dad, you hold out there despite the sinking hell! I'm with you. Forever, hear? To 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 ....