Love is wonderful.
It fills the soul with delight, adds fresh colors to humdrum and gives some extra energy for the new achievements.
Love is a part of life, and as life itself it is fragile.
An insignificant incident, a transient offence, a small incompatibility of views and tastes can before the beginning of the end.
He forgot to wash his coffee cup – she fired up, she slightly overheated the iron – as a result, they had a quarrel because of a burnt shirt. She can’t stand music he likes, and he often demonstrates his intolerance against her bad habits…
In such moments they become strangers, and it seems that love was lost forever. At once the Earth stops moving, the Sun stops shining, all the wishes disappear. Life loses its sense together with the loss of love.
Every time they have to collect their strength to overcome the new conflict and to save their love from destruction. To apologize to each other becomes the most difficult thing. If they succeed, those small quarrels not only don’t become the reason of loss of love, but also train it, gradually developing in life experience. People become wiser and more tolerant to lacks and mistakes of another. Everything that doesn't kill love makes it deeper and stronger.
Krasnoyarsk, Russia
2010