Everything in this world is so conditional:
Moment of wanderings and offenses.
I will tell you laconically.
That in life there is on all a limit:
Friends, enemies, treason, jealousy,
I loved not enough,
I caressed not enough
And value has all the.
Life - not a cheerful carnival:
In her there is both a poverty, and a despair,
Hope that lives in soul,
And fantasy dreams,
And even creative flight.
Treachery and insults.
What can be even more terrible?
Both pain, and grief, and pleasures,
Well, and Lyubov that is stronger than all.
But if all truth is conditional,
answer how to people to live?

I will tell you tak:-"You breathe exactly
Also continue to love life!"