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У Ахмеда не всегда получалось в последние годы женатой жизни: жена ему стала безразличной потому что была слишком нервной, строгой и требовательной. Иногда он боялся ее взрывного характера, она даже пугала его своей агрессивностью. Он опасался развода, и хотел его.
Если женщина отказывается от мужчины, он теряет детей, дом, семью. Так и получилось.
После развода их общее состояние, по закону, было поделено пополам, для каждой из сторон по половине общего дохода, нажитого за годы совместного брака. Это был очень тяжелый развод. Они оба сходили с ума во время раздела имущества: стали агрессивны и жадны, пополам поделили даже рулон японской туалетной бумаги, оказавшийся нечетным. Из-за того что заработки Ахмеда в Японии были в разы больше, чем доходы его жены, он потерял немало при разводе. Кроме того, он лишился дома: ему пришлось возвращаться в дом отца и покинуть детей.


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Hello, bh.
Today. I went to the beach for swimming at midday. I am so weak, I can only swim on my back..or I want to swim too fast.. I always want more than I am able.
And the water here is too cold for me, I cannot enter the water, and I froze in the water, too, when I have a short rest after swimming. I don't know where I will go next August. On the whole,  beach vacation isn't for me. I should think about how to spend my time in the future.
I tried to fit Arabian and Iranian music to the atmosphere here. It's not fit, as any classical music too. But African music sounds here naturally, I wondered.
I'll probably go abroad or on a wild trip in the mountains.
I like Ahmed despite his unrow teeth and eyes, screams and so on, despite him being twice divorced, despite him always ignoring me that means he is rude, despite his primitivity and snobbish behavior. There's something that attracts me in him. His eyes, his hands, his moves..it is my mistake..I didn't find someone better than him..I didn't look for..why?
They say today is a full moon. I can see mountains on its face..I stood at a mall near an old man, a fisherman. He had three rods. I came to him because the sky in that moment had pure cyan color in the border with sea and the pink color rose over cian sky stripe. I had been standing for a long time..came a cat, it wanted a bit of fish and the fisher knew it. He fed the cat from his supplies, gave some small fish, he took scissors and cut the fish for the cat. It had a very hungry look. Then the fisher gave her a little cat galetes. He knew it would come to him today evening. We stood together in silence. There was a parachute over the horizon: guys offer to tourists to fly over the sea being bound by a rope to a speed-boat. It costs one day in a good hotel. Then the sea became grey and the sky light-cyan. Unfortunately it didn't occur to me earlier to see a sunset to see how the sea became black. Today's my last day here, I had to go to meet my agent.
It's night now, I came here at the embankment again to say farewell to the place..
I went along the street and the moon path went with me...again street musicians, other ones today. They sang: "..and my grandma is smoking a pipe..tra-la-la". I love live music performances even if I usually don't listen to such kinds of music. But most of all I love brass bands. I doubt this street saw them. Musicians from over Russia, small bands, come here to have a rest and to make profit. I think it is not easy to move with all the instruments and sound equipment. For me, it is not pleasant to work for drunk people. Almost all are holding beer or smell its aroma.
There's many original people here: one very old, very thin man with a telescope tries to sell watches, throws it, and gives a long explanation for each of his customers. Also I saw a professional old beggar: he had three helpers when he wanted to change his position: he was lying on pavement, had bandages on his right arm, dirty clothes, crutches, dried blood on his face. I saw very old colorite bikers, men and women.. Everyone feels free here..
Now I will go home in my room and the moon path will follow me in the last time

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05/09/2020
Hello, bh.
Today the early morning sun of Krym had seen me off: it was a bright red disk on cian sky. It's amazing to look at mountains in the pink sunrise. I should go on a night trip in the mountains next time.
Simferopol has a handsome comfortable airport terminal building, much better than in Ekaterinburg. It was made in the form of a sea wave. Design inside and outside is  beautiful.
In the aircraft I got almost the same place as last trip, in the center of its nose and near the aisle. My neighbor went somewhere for a long time and I saw by the edge of my eyes a girl dressed in camouflage leggings. Time to time she swung by one of her knees, so that this movement, it seemed, was shaking all the aircraft with regular jarring. I love to read in transport on my old tablet. Lately I have read two books: about geopolitic and about Japanese architecture, both in Russian and from Russian writers.
We arrived in Ekaterinburg, after landing most people applied to the pilots, as usual. What is interesting, do only Russians joy in such a way if the fly succeeded?
Then I went by bus to the railway station to travel from Yekaterinburg to Yutmen. I will remember the red purl of Krym over the Black sea.
Tomorrow I have to go to work.

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Hello, Ahmed.

— Why did you delete all the messages to him again?
— I'll tell you tomorrow, now it's too late and two previous nights I almost didn't sleep due to my trip to home.
— Okay. I am not in a haste. It can wait. Good night. Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow..

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01/09
i can talk every weekend.
i can feel emotion directory.
i am important time every weekend.
i can healing see smile face and laughter.
all people good feel see smile face.
i am not special talk to.
 i talk daily life to.
i wish you a  more than smile day .
i wish you a stress free day.
of course you are nice person to me.
from japan.
for you.
my short poem.