know our friendship will never end. "
Robert Alan
Its autumn again. . . Those who have ever been to small Russian towns like ours will understand me. ". . . again. . . " means that each autumn is similar to the previous one. I call this time "the velvet season". Its a kind of irony, of course. The end of November is especially dull. Autumn meets winter these days. You can hardly see a sunbeam in the sky. There is slush everywhere. Famous Russian writers Ilf and Petrov compared Russian slush with coal. Sullen inhabitants are in a hurry. "Good morning, - "Morning". We have breakfast, waiting for a bus. We are already in the office! The scheme is so simple and uninteresting. Why does it happen this way? Moreover, is it really so?
My own personal feeling is that its not the material things that matter. In my opinion, people who are sad and sullen have no friends! Walking in the mud, along the broken-down pavements, suddenly you see your friends windows. The lights are so bright and kind there. The older we become, the more we appreciate those people who can share our happiness or sadness. They respect our individuality no matter whats your profession or salary. They are your friends. "A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked. "(Bernard Meltzer). Real friends are so rare in our life. Some people say thatfriendship is one of the most important things, which give the purport of life.
However, we cant tell everything even to our mothers, but our close friends are good at listening. They say that the womans friendship doesnt exist. I can not accept this argument. Undoubtedly, most women are ready to sacrifice their friendly relat
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