Ol'ga Artyemova

Privet, Shankhay! Ol'ga Artyemova Russian edition

Proshlaya lyubov' mozhet prinesti neozhidannye syurprizy. Kazhetsya, chto vse ponyatno, vse yasno, no? Zhizn' menyaetsya, inogda po sobstvennoy gluposti, kotoruyu my gromko nazyvaem poryvom strasti. Strast' prokhodit, a ee posledstviya ostayutsya, prinosya obidy i razocharovaniya. Net by gotovit'sya k skoroy radosti ? ottsovstvu. Uvy, strast' i zlye lyudi vmeshalis'. V sukhom ostatke: rebenok rozhdaetsya bez tebya i ottsom ego stanovish'sya ne ty, a tot, drugoy, kogo predpochla mat'. Vrode ne plokho - zhenit'sya ne nado, s teshchey povezet tomu, drugomu, ne zrya zhe on okhranyaet pokoy dobroporyadochnykh grazhdan. A ot ego nesostoyavsheysya teshchi lyudey nado berech'! Togda pochemu na dushe tak pusto?