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Aşk Üzerine Küçük Bir Öykü - 1

Вступление

Самые возвышенные слова для кого?

Сделав человека героем, к листу А4 прилагаются победы или замечания? Приходит со скоростью света, поселяется в самые защищенные комнаты нашего сердца , и если континенты не завоюет, и самые свирепые мятежи не подавит, в пределах наших внутренних органов бормотание самой восторженной мелодии завтрашнего дня. Намерение героев не в том, чтобы быть героем. Разве Наполеона сделали Наполеоном только его походы? Герой, если только чтобы все делать как герой, в истории с фотографиями примет позу в надлежащий момент, и самый большой героизм Супер Марио состоит в сборе золота, технологии есть, три жизни есть, но до душ и сердец нельзя достучаться.
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За разрушения в БГ нямаме равни на себе си.Пред нищо не се спираме.
Само вижте за 25 години в ,каква държава живеем, как всички се променихме, за жалост в отрицателна посока.Разрухата е повсеместна, не остана нищо, все едно е имало война ,или е минала епидемия от чума.Жалко ,много жалко.

Aşk Üzerine Küçük Bir Öykü - 3

Ученые это ленивы, или мы привыкли в нужный момент взять девятимесячную рассрочку по кредитной карте. В мире, где каждый рядом обвинил, великих поэтов здешних земель вдохновение наших фей не призывает?

Развитие
Школьные годы... Который год ни спросите, на ум немедленно приходит одна и та же картинка. Если вам очень интересно, то позвольте я расскажу как это; годы, когда понравившуюся нам девушку мы не сможем найти ни в каких социальных сетях. Школьные годы среди подростков доводили до крайности наши умы, многие не хотят вспоминать подростковый возраст, и на фотографии тех лет будут смотреть проклиная.
Aşk Üzerine Küçük Bir Öykü - 4

Я в среднем классе лицея. Мой самый близкий друг Мехмет. Что самый ближайший я сказал, не смотрите, мы воспеваем кровное братство, мы не делим ничего, до такой степени мы братья. Мы с Мехметом в одном классе, и я знаю, что во время изложения рассказа нужно затрагивать настроения, и как те годы в стране было, также какими мы были. Мой кровный брат Мехмет замкнутый в себе, и я не умею петь соловьем, Однако речи по случаям если что произносил я. Соседские дети, и во время школы, и на математике, и двери наши говорили о добрососедстве друг к другу. Если наши соседи лежали голодные, мы не могли лечь спать. До той поры пока наши учителя заметили необычность ситуации, мы продолжали наши общие дела и перед из удивленными лицами нами получались трехзначные оценки (сто - максимальный балл в лицее). Мы много смеялись, самая легкая вещь из того, что мы тратим, смеяться.

Преди няколко години обсъждахме друг сериал на Туба.Година и половина темата вървеше спокойно и на балкона при даването на серията минавахме 250 фена.После към края на сериала се почна подобно поведение на някои от списващите в темата-правенето на забележки,опити да се налага техниат поглед и виждания.Това доведе до напускането на темата на много хора в т.ч. и аз.Бях се зарекла повече да не участвам в коментирането на сериалите,но КПА,Туба и Енгин ме изкушиха,а сега и един индийски.Явно така се получава в тези теми.

Aşk Üzerine Küçük Bir Öykü - 5

Нам упрямо говорят, что мы должны быть серьезными. Мы уже аргументировали, что новые улыбки не могут быть изобретены только физически в лабораторных условиях. А если мы найдем изъян, то по чьему мнению и для чего были наши ошибки, мы не знали. Однако так уверенно названное слово все больше распаляет наши щеки, годами позже входя в нашу жизнь. Наигравшись в игру "Уличный боец", чтобы сломать уверенность наших тел, привести в состояние национальной гордости Мехмету громко говорит: "Они заполучили в игру людей со всего мира, у нас уже девять друзей". Потом для поддержки индейца Дхалсима (один из персонажей в Уличном бойце) мы выставили, принимая азиатскую позицию. Я чувствовал себя счастливым от того, что Мехмет был моим другом. Когда человек учится сотрудничать в те годы, будущее сверкает ярко. Мы делились всеми нашими тайнами.

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A little story about love
/ Aşk Üzerine Küçük Bir Öykü /
Introduction
Who is the most sublime for words?
Recognition of the human characters A4 (sheets) of paper through to victory or the words?
The light will come quickly in our hearts, even the most protected parts. Heroism is not a call for a hero ..
Napoleon, Napoleon's expedition only action?
There is a hero in all matters. Hero bravely to do everything, from potoromanebi episode of cutting out and the greatest hero, Super Mario, collect gold to even find.
The most sublime words of whom is intended?
Our cheeks periodically emitting health, as if everything in modern life and pekmez sheusrutiat been fasting for a look, and sometimes we have a serious mental health as well. Social media, his soul and heart, as well as invading our bodies, as majnuni that Leila is looking for. Each approval majnunad makes us and blinds us.
Our houses are of natural gas, our feeling, daperplili saprtkhobelasa the sometimes thrown back, sometimes - there. Our phone searches for the word, the name of love. Likes are building our future. Swedish scientists, journalists, resulting in a lot of discussion that could not find a formula for love, it still will be in our hearts echo the value of the tree naked body even cry.
Knowledge of what benefit, if not invented the atomic bomb. Scientists create something, in our hearts that the fire spreads.
But, unfortunately, there is no medication that morning till evening with our laziness, love, self-sacrifice of our agvalaparakebs.
Scientists are lazy if we? Everything from credit card to buy a nine percent rate? This world, with all that he blames, I wish the great poets and the color does not refers to himself?
Developments
Lyceum years .. Which he was, Do not ask me, I still can not answer that question. If you're wondering, so I'll tell you, the social media to try to return, because of the years, the lost years of the one girl who liked. The school years have been the boys, who did not want to recall the pictures of the examination and the heck with the set-up is tempting.
In her second year of the Lyceum, the middle of the semester. My closest friend ... a close friend Mehmet why I'm saying that we embrace as siblings. It is true, as the blood of siblings separated fingers cut, I did not do, but it's for me dedmamishvilia. We learn in one class. With her we were at that time the situation. Our character and social status are identical.
My dear brother Mehmet locked inside a person. I'm not entirely Nightingale, but I always try to gamovustsoro character. We are the children raised in the district, and so taught us, if you go to bed hungry neighbor, we do not have to dagvedzina to better gvegrdzno their pain. So at school, lessons learned in the process of preparation, always encouraged each other.
Well what we were it was a laugh, and we laughed a lot. Who we are saying, not serious khalkhiao, their defiance of the physics laboratory of the new discoveries we were doing, and to prove this discovery arguments. We were confident, that as we approach the search of the crime, with whom we had committed a crime, what kind of, I do not even know, but past that, we think, we are committed cheeks gvitsitlebda tricks and show humility.
When the "street fighter '' of playing himself firmly believed, and we wake up in national pride. Game sometime Mehmet loudly say, "playing with people from around the world involved, if we do not vvarsebobdet what." Comrade .. So we started, and then, those who sought to destroy us, they beat "hıntlı dhalsım'I '' by taking the Asian character showed. I thought myself fortunate, because when a good friend of mine alongside Mehmet. Mehmet and I shared all secrets. Our weakness was a clothing store where the skirt girls were discussing were in very serious people. Love is just a word love was on our lips ... the question "why" will not be recognized from the father and son, the love we were very naive. Years later, it is shining happiness, when other people have shared the experience of those years.
End
I write at the end, but you will say - you'd be in this story has an end ..
Semester break after class got a new girl named, Bilge. He was so charming and walk narnara knew everyone attention. When he walked in the middle of the desks in class, and as we watched, my head without leaving some villagers thought dakhamebuli. Chamivlida that side, its fragrance is generally tavbrus makhvevda. I admired so much in his ears, the heart quietly said to me: "I love him". He awakened from a distance to see the sense of time, insomnia, wrote a letter to him in an attempt to interview - it looked like a Platonic love. This, the so-called Platonic love, may be the most suitable for high school students as well, because I could not get closer to him.
I read a lot of work on the philosophy of love. But a lover of the human condition, and therefore, no philosopher can not explain the world, in every person, all this raises serious questions.
When I became a lover, very changed, I realized that more or less laughed. I tried it on. Even the middle class is always watching vaqolebdi, looking at me or not and, in the case of not looking at me, I could watch him forever. Although a month has passed and we were far away from each other again, so I acted as if I was saving the Earth. My closest friend, Mehmet, for the senses are telling that I could, I would have thought that my eyes involuntarily Bilge gavamzhghavnebdi this feeling. All together aireoda, like some soup for dinner sweet sherbets and sweets - salty become.
Last week's holidays were snowy. I stood and watched the snow man, and I thought, how to start a dialogue with him on Monday. There are days that I do not forget for years. Days of the week from Sunday was such a day for me and it lasted for many years. Every Monday morning, we had a conversation with the director, after a row in the classroom and in the very first lesson to learn math forced. What is worse to me, it was a sight to miss Bilge afar.
Before the bell rang, minododa, Bilge momestsro to speak. That is to say, love is mathematically gadmoetsio, metichrulad gadmovtsemdi, but it still remained unknown formula. X will be back before me who said that, despite the fact that the whole body was involved, still fail to discern. His thoughts were, and rang the bell. My friend did to me and told me Mehmet khelkavi:
"Brother, let us, for one, you are invited to Sosia!"
"I do not like sausage", - I answered.
"Then dzekhviani toast!".
During this shemotvazebis Immediately I thought of the most romantic period of Bilge How can ease my garlic breath.
"Not hungry," - said
"Brother, what is stubborn, let us be"!
My friend is very well-known, there is no way anyone is trying to persuade and, if you tried to do something hiding behind it.
"Brother, you have something to talk about."
Life has taught me such a thing, if someone tells you that you have spoken, so it is not good for the audience.
"Brother, have so far failed to reveal, but I'm in love!"
Some of the words certainly does not need it. One word for each letter of the saying, What is it you are facing, surely guess.
"-Oho!" - I said, I decided to pretend to be something of national importance, so astonished.
"Do not ask, Who is this?"
"Bilge?"
"Where you grasp?
Sometimes you want to know anything.
"Brother, you have nothing gamogapareb!"
"So, nothing gamomapareb".
"You would not have known that, for many worked hard."
"-Oho!" - I said I would, because there are issues on which we do not have the answer to be issued.
"Brother, you are saying, but gogostvisa to ask, it's what he thinks."
My reaction at the sight of my friends understood everything.
After a very long time Mehmet no call, no movukitkhivar. In his small problems. Bilgesa for a very long time not even ordinary. My attitude and his love of history without making any such tacit leaving my friend suspected and then this topic is not even discussed. As if we signed an agreement that our life is even amogveshala Bilge.
Time life slowly began to return again changed colors and everything in its place. While all this was not easy, but still salty and sweet to salty to sweet taste it.
Again came the day Monday. A physical education lesson. Because the athletes have been training for a long time did not stop after the end of the hall and out. Outlet Bilge witnessed. He took me by the hand arm. Avkankaldi whole body. Tvalebshi not even looked at.
"We are offended?" - Asked me ... this time in the hands of the soft cotton gamikhda.
"No!" - I replied. I was talking again modestly. I found the lesson was over, but my red cheeks and ears are like clothes gamitsitlda and I felt heat.
"I love you, stupid!" - He said. Able to transform the face of the dropped hairy hand extended, and without looking back narnarit into the classroom. Long standing and vutskerdi empty space where the recently passed bilgem.
After a week I said Bilge, the more I loved. In the day I want to forget, but can not be forgotten, because it was a Monday. After some time in school because of this matter, we are talking about chumchumad. That's what I did for my friend, the whole school was spoken. Lyceum, several friends called me a hero, even a friend of conduct.
Years later, after speaking to a friend of mine asked me mehmetma this topic:
"Now that's the same thing happen again and do this?"
"To be a hero, I do not have a wish!" - And told (the school corridor to the city on horseback army captain to passengers, I felt what Mehmet tvalebidana the beam emitted friendly), I said:
"I was born a hero!"
And cheeks still amitsitlda ...
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