Feeding doves
An old dirty dove sat on my wirst. Even if I was as cold as a dead body, I still felt the pain. It was a pleasant type of pain. He looked in my eyes and asked: "Why are you doing this? In our life we have seen millions of people, thousands of people fed us, thousands of people will. We will forget your face in ten minutes."
I answered the dove:
"Yes, I know. I'm a part of the thousands people that feed you, and of a few people that give you a little piece of their soul."
"You are just weird," - the bird said.
He finished his bread and flew away.
I smiled and whispered: "I will remember you."
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Привет, Эйлин! Заглянула, а новенького-то и нет ничего. Огорчилась.
Пиши, пожалуйста, не ленись! Гы-ы :)) а то писать разучишься.
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