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My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider

Dmitry Guеorguiеvitch Borrony

Liudmila Grigorievna Borrony

This history – continuation of history "My city: tragedy of one family". This story about treachery and freedom. How it is possible to change consciousness of the person. That for this purpose it is necessary. This story about people who fight against injustice. They give to other people hope to remember when they were others, were not subject to change of consciousness, brain activity. What there is a human consciousness? As it can be changed. On a cover of a photo of the park Ramenskoye На обложке фото парка г. РаменскоеСодержит нецензурную брань.

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Chapter-1

On the bridge

I sat on sitting in the electric train, went home. To the people there was much, but pass between cars was free. Today, ехав in this electric train, I was happy. The BEND project was approved. It was approved by all, both investors, and judges. Everything was excellent. And how could be differently? Larisa won that tender. Everything was excellent.

Tell how many people even if they are married, like other people of an opposite sex. Perhaps? No, are not pleasant, but they find them attractive. There is no person who at least once, would not pay attention to other person even if he she is already married. Here and Roman has such case now. Opposite to it the woman of years of thirty five sat. I will not describe her appearance. For each person there is the ideal. It is its personal, and nobody will be able to change it. This our feelings, in relation to other person. The brain sends us signals, and we pay attention to this or that person. But all this is already proved scientifically, and I will continue. She watched the cell phone, obviously, some movie. Now where look, at MTS, MEGAFON AND BEELINE, there is a TV-application. Possibly they to eat also at other operators, I do not know? Did not use. So, we will continue. I remember how it unintentionally hooked on me the leg, and having immediately apologized, smiled kind of for fun, and I, having nodded it in reply too, pulled out the phone, having opened the application of one of games, began to play. Perhaps Roman would also like to get acquainted with it, but he did not want to pull down what created with such work. He did not want to have the next mistress, and he already had a wife. The wife Vera, and his mistress who to it gave birth to Emmanuil and Lyubov. Girl and boy. Two children of purity of love and sin., Roman and Larisa's sin. But this their business. Who knows what they will grow up in living in poverty, whom will become? It depends only on their parents. Whether they will manage to direct them on the correct course of life or not? Well, here and stop. Roman went out of the car of the train, doors were closed, and the electric train went further, turning into a point, taking away afar, that woman who, in my opinion, was attractively beautiful.

I heaved a deep sigh, and having passed the terminal on an exit to the city, walked upstairs, and went after the direction. To shopping center SOLNECHNY RAY, and the electric train disappeared in the distance. It went forward, carrying people on the stations. Who knows where now this woman? Perhaps at it families, children! However, it is only a fleeting glimpse. A look which is always with us. We like these or those people. What here will you do? Fine there is always around us, it an integral part of our life. Life in which there are a lot of sorrows and grief. Lives of love and joy of life. Lives of a wonderful life, light and its sad party. And just lives.

Hardly anyone can tell that there is life? For everyone the. Money, power, religion. Lyubov, family, children. Who knows? What sense invests in this word, life! There is Vera. She meets me on the bridge. I go to it, and I see her good-natured smile. She as if rejoices that I here that I arrived, and we again together. Together as usual. Together as if did not leave, together. Always together. In sorrows and grieves. Having approached it, I saw tears on her eyes.