about 18 visits to Paris: Goodbye Third, proteins, dandenong market and fall artists Nights will be

about 18 visits to Paris: Goodbye Third, proteins, dandenong market and fall artists Nights will be cold. And in the cold, my Xia, I mean: cold night when you freeze in your nose. Central heating and European cities, as he said to our all Alexander, - the two are incompatible. So we bent you pantyhose, socks, Nikita, collect blankets on all beds will cover them and we sleep together, in four soaking each other. We daddy tell you a story, which as a child I was told by the elder sister of the father-protein, protein-mother, two little bilchat that bask in its burrow, and awesome marten that and wants to eat them, but of course , never, never be able to catch. After all, you're already so big, my Xia, and realize that even when it is very cold, freeze your nose and want pohnykat, task every good mom and dad - to make sure that their son and daughter remember the tale of a good end called dandenong market Paris and won marten. You fall asleep. We fell asleep. In the morning we go to look for spring and warm in the city, where as my Tsvetaeva wrote: "home to the stars and the sky below '. Paris is waking up lazily and reluctantly, as pretty young lady with 19th century paintings by Renoir, dandenong market lazily and slowly rasspravlyaya every fold of his pearl dress. And we are not going to wake up our city, we just go with him ... and of course go to the McDonald's (forgive me all French dandenong market gourmets!) To find the Internet, cappuccino and a couple penkeykov. We accidentally stumble upon a flea market, a small but no less charming. The inscription on the book: Everything is sold. novel. You know, Xia, I like to think that your romanticism to you from me, and I think you're in your 18 also love flea markets as I am in my twenty-five and thirty. And how can you not love them? After that every thing is hidden story of life, which you will learn so little and is free nafantazuvaty own anything. And this Monsieur Paris, as it is a Parisian, right? will be the only real baraholschyky on the whole market, the people who sell it for 1-5 euros, and we'll buy him a fan (which you have time to break down quickly upon arrival in Moscow), dandenong market vintage deck of cards and leaflets with messages from the past in which we will teach French. And then we'll go for a walk in the small park with the ducks, geese and French toddlers with their nannies blacks. You get to know two young Monsieur and teach them to throw stones into the pond. Nikita finds a girlfriend, a little girl from the past, and we think of you, it is from there so that only more true Parisian Mademoiselle, dandenong market bringing the park. When our grandmother would go to drink tea in the kitchen, I'll tell you a secret that you have a second, as a girl with broad gestures and soul will throw an arm and ... zvalyshsya over the fence and under the general French screams rolled dandenong market into the pond. I usually catch you, embrace, but as a real mom who knows that children sometimes fall over the fence, do not stop taking pictures so much. Then we go home and buy on the road the most delicious sandwich and baguette and arrange their photo session in the French interior. And this is exactly one of my favorite photos. Introducing Madame Une Baguette. And Monsieur, Un sandwich: In the evening I'll tell your dad that could speak every day: Come on Montmartre, man! Montmartre meet us Italian ice cream, artists and the knowledge that we are in Paris, it's my city, and with it our words exactly coincide. I find it difficult to describe to you, Xia, I love artists. It's kind of strange feeling, but they fascinate me. And I like that your dad draws, and so sad when he does not. In Montmartre we meet Monet, and I think that this is definitely a ghost town. And this insanely cute Monsieur with incredible blue eyes will entertain just a little Russian girl, offended by her mother dandenong market put her in a stroller. In the evening we go home tired, but Parisians still be sitting in a cafe chatting incessantly and do not even think of living in the most beautiful city in the world. And I remember Paris in many years, dandenong market so that this file be sure to hang on the wall. If someone says to you, my Xia, who arrived in Paris and was disappointed not believe him. Maybe it's just not his city ... And maybe that much sadder man zacharovuvatysya completely forgotten how, as a child, remember?, When it was cold and we four proteins were hiding in our burrow in a hotel somewhere near the spring Montmartre, frozen, but completely spellbound. Remaining 15 meetings with Paris and 1489 photos. 365. 159 days. Rendezvous first. Rendezvous second. http://car-org.ru/ Sponsor post: http://www.artlebedev.ru/strip/2012/09/2 4 /