Once I went out and lost myself. Gone to myself and got lost

Once I got lost in the pea field. A confused five-year twist, wagging tightly compressed cams mixed with the ground tears along the face, I rushed in all directions, silently, squeezing my teeth to a crosser. Pods of pea, divided into both pockets of a children's dress, one after another fell on the dry lightering ground. There, in the field, senior girls-girlfriends, before the belching of her young animals with green juicy peas, just forgot about me, and went through our homes. I rushed in a panic, and the evil green bushes elevated me. They laughed and mocked, lustfully obsoing me with a dense ring. They violently violated the last few centimeters of my personal space. Hooking the edge of the dress for a thin rod of surpired dry dope, I fell right into the thick of the pea, and dropping, hurts the chin on the ocean of the green stone pods. From the resentment of the burned cheeks, in the head pulsed not yet born crying, from the small left pocket fell out two last pods. The defeat froze with a steel taste in the mouth. And then the pea god squeezed at me and ordered to sleep. I fell into such a black unprecedented, in which I didn't seem to never come. In the evening, the grandmother found me lying in half female in the very thick of the pea field. Without saying a single word, she took me to his arms and, intermittently kissing the hot forehead, took care of home. Girls who threw me alone in that field, of course, got, but I believe that they are not guilty of anything. This I myself lost a landmark. And no one, besides me, could not help me. Only me. And pea god.

Once I got lost on the street disco. Drunk man who was afraid of a good half of my girlfriends, took me for the throat and raised a few good centimeters from the ground. I could neither shout or sick or whisper. The fear of death entered the brain for a few seconds. The girlfriends girls ran away from the fear who is where, leaving me with the nightmare one on one. Drunk man ordered me to go with him, and if I refuse, he promised to strangle me like a blind puppy. It was strange. It did not fit the picture of my world. That evening I had to break myself and go along with a drunk man to him home. Will my break was broken, without any crunch and noise. Wings were cooked. Some time later, hastily ran out of the house of that drunk man, I suddenly realized how to make the wrong thing on earth, if no one, no one, no one can save you. Because for people you are a stranger. And for a stranger, people will not come up as they would have come for their own. After I lost on that street disco, I lost myself for a long time. I lost people who trusted. Since then, I believe only yourself. And no one, besides me, will not help me. Only me.

Once I got lost in a small apartment in which I lived about three years. The beloved person, without any explanation, and for no reason, gathered my things and politely asked me to leave our home with him.
I have long plotting on a small corridor between the room and the kitchen, without understanding what is happening, forgetting where I am. Closer to night, I went outside everything in the same prostration, with barely broken sobs, rapidly constructing in the sore throat. Locking bales and ski scored suitcases in the car, I told the driver of "OL". For six months, after I got lost in a small apartment, in which he lived for about three years, I could not watch people in my eyes, I didn't raise my head, if I went out into the street, I looked deep into the ground, counting me accompanying me everywhere . Family traps were a lot, especially after the fifth cans of the Dark Beer, which poured the fire of the burning shoes and relaxed the spasms of the voice ligaments. I wanted to talk, but could not put out anything of what I wanted to say. A year later I was very old. Through two I forgive everyone and everything. After five, I became another person, by rewriting all his torn black apparatus scrapbooks to a white notebook of a new life. And no one will ever save me, besides me. Only me. And now he. He who oversees the whole world quest. I "dug", I realized that he was near. Here it is called one short word. God.

Once in the summer I went out of a small mountain village and got lost. After long walnings, I went to the awesome bed of a mountain river, which brought me to the tiny clearing. Rocks raised from all sides. I settled on my soft grass and looked around. Suddenly, on a mountainside, I saw a hut. She stood at a giant ate. From a flat roof Laman blue smoke rose. So, there were people in the hut. I hurriedly headed for the hut. (68 words)

Tasks

1. Make a phonetic analysis of the penultimate word from the third sentence.
2. Stress in the last offer letters denoting only solid consonant sounds.
3. Write in three columns one-two names of the nouns of each decline.
4. Specify in the text all unstressed endings of the nouns of the first declination. Explain their spelling.
5. Specify in the text all names nouns in the parent.
6. Blank national names of first decline From the second sentence.
7. Book with phrase noun + adjective From the fourth sentence.
8. Write the word with the phrase SN, Choose two single words to it. Disassemble words in composition.
9. Write three words with checked unstressed vowels, select checkpoints for them. Disassemble words in composition.

Dr. Mark, was a famous specialist in the field of oncology. Once he was going to a very important conference in another city, where he should have been awarded a prize in the field of medical research.

He was very worried, because at this conference should have appreciated his perennial labor. However, two hours after the aircraft took off, an emergency landing took place at the near airport due to some kind of technical malfunction.

The doctor was afraid not to have time, so rented the car and went to the city himself, where the conference was supposed to be held. However, shortly after he left, the weather spoiled and began a strong storm.

Because of the heavy rain, he did not turn there and worn. After two hours of unsuccessful ride, he understood that he was gone. He felt hungry and terribly tired, so I decided to look for where to stop.

After a while, he finally came across a small stray house. Desperate, he left the car and knocked on the door. The door opened beautiful woman. He explained and asked her to use the phone.

However, the woman told him that she had no phone, but he could go and wait until the weather improved. Hungry, wet and tired doctor accepted her kind offer and entered. The lady gave him hot tea and eat.

Lady said he can join her prayer. But Dr. Mark smiled and said that he believes only in hard work and refused. Sitting at the table and drinking tea, the doctor watched a woman in a dim light of candles, as she prayed next to a children's bed.

The doctor understood that a woman needs help, so when she finished praying, asked her exactly what she wanted from God and really she thinks he would ever hear her plea. And then he asked about a small child in the crib, near which she prayed.

Lady smiled sadly and said that the child in the crib is her son who suffers from a rare type of cancer and there is only one doctor, his name is Mark, who can heal him, but she has no money to afford him, moreover, Mark lives in another city.

She said that God still did not respond to her prayer, but she knows that he will help her and will not break her faith. Dumbfounded and lost a gift speech Dr. Mark just burst out.

He whispered, God is great and remembered everything that happened to him today: a fault in an airplane, pouring rain, because of which he got off the way.

And all this happened because the forces did not just respond to her prayer, but also gave him a chance to get out of the material world and help poor unhappy people who have nothing but prayer.

Gone into myself and got lost
Tired traveler in three pines.
And verse again did not come
Neither on yav and not in dreams
We lose more often than we find.
And conquer fate.
But only for eternity in the campaign,
Do not get lost my friend in yourself.
Find, always much better
Much better than to lose.
And wait your lucky case
Where the tears do not need to wipe.
Where will affectionate meetings
And the days of happy series.
Where the candles get brightly.
And away will leave your trouble.
Do not climb and do not leave.
Go forward, towards people.
Let the joy be ahead.
Believe my friend, it will all.

Reviews

Namesake! I have a grief! My friend asked him to register it on the site of the poem and open the page! I did it, but I did not realize to get out of my office! Now all my poems have highlighted his name! I have already submitted an application for changing the name on the page, but it is performed by the moderator within 5 business days! What should I do? I sit yesterday at about 12 o'clock in the morning, I edit the "stupid censors", the public under the new name "vulgar reviewers", you already forget, forgot that a few days ago this person registered the balls, and another name appears on my page. Just in case I closed the page for readers, but all my correspondence is now under his name! Thesis, answer, what should I do? Sincerely, Evgenia Arkushina.

So what is grief !!! Speat days will not notice how to fly. Now I know exactly what it is you, although according to your poems, it understood that, but at first I was just stupid. The way that I wrote a "charming duet"
Requests completion that I would place the link before my verse.
Cheer up! Everything will fall into place!

"How want to hug
DANCE YOUR SOUL "
Here I am writing and everyone smiles at your perplexity, you are lost. I thought first, well, why should her pseudonym? When she is at all necessary to hide from his works. I wanted to break! I have a fibust love in my youth
It was, although you understand myself, in that a little mad and stupid time we called the natural attraction of the floors to each other, in love with love with love. But the fact is that how much time it did not pass, for me she was like a magnificent, and I will remain "Zhhodnaya", even by stupidity, the neck made in my hand in the square algebraically. Then barely burned. But nothing is impossible from the memory. So I hope in five days to meet with Zhenka.

Let's meet before! But the verses are afraid to publish, first, slag climbs, i.e. Dryan, secondly, he thought about the name of a person in his life ... Read "Vulgar Reviewers" and answer, please! Zhenya.

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