Jamie Alton's Recent Blogs

you don't have to love mad flock of birds! You're
should not render love for hate and anger. You have
to train and to see a truly good Cup of tea in each of these birds and help them to see the same tea in them. That's what I call love.

The first time reading a good book, we experience the same feeling as when purchasing a new friend. Re-read already read the book â€" means again to see old friends.

With regard to a particular vocation, which seems a kind of fate, you only need to remove it from the form of external necessity. Their fate need to choose freely and to carry and implement.

The king madly in love with a beautiful poor peasant, and ordered that she be brought to the Palace. He's absolutely serious and decided to marry her and wanted her to become Queen.
But in the same day, when the girl was brought to the Palace, she fell ill of some mysterious disease, and every day she was getting worse.
The king summoned the most famous doctors and healers from across the Kingdom. But there was nothing they could do. The poor girl was already on the verge of life and death. The king in despair declared that he would give half his Kingdom to the one who will be able to heal her, but no one volunteered.
Only one sage came to the king and asked him to talk to a girl eye to eye. After this conversation, the king adopted him; he is found waiting for sage. "Your Majesty, - he said, - there is one sure remedy for your bride. But this tool can be very bitter... but not for girls, but for Your Majesty."
"Tell me what this means! - cried the king. - You need to get it, no matter what the cost!"
The wise man looked king in the eye and said, "a Girl in love with one of your soldier. Give her permission to marry him, and she'll recover."
The king was silent. He loved her, and could not conceive that she died. And he agreed to the wedding of a girl and a soldier.
Of course, the girl recovered. But the king was sad more; it began to wither and, eventually, turned dying. Called the same sage who cured the girl. The old man went to the head of the king, but then he shook his head and said quietly, "Poor king! Can't be cured. Because no one loves him as he loves".

So when he came to earth, God had to die: because no one loved Him like you loved It...

Summer is the season when nature wakes up early. Summer morning â€" amazing. High in the sky, floating light clouds, the air is clean and fresh, it is filled with the aromas of herbs. Forest river throws off the haze of mist. Skillfully through the dense foliage sneaks a Golden ray of sun, it lights the forest. Nimble dragonfly, moving from place to place, looking carefully, as if searching for something.

Good to wander through a summer forest. Among the trees, and above all pine. Ate not too small, but pull so high its top to the sun they do not know. Step softly through the emerald moss. What is there in the forest: mushrooms, berries, mosquitoes, grasshoppers, mountain-slopes. Summer forest is a storehouse of nature.

And here is the first meeting â€" the big, prickly hedgehog. Seeing people he's lost, standing on a forest path, probably thinking, where did he move on?

When my brother was in kindergarten, he couldn't stop talking about how cool and funny his friend Jeremy, when we met him, we saw that he was in a wheelchair. On the way home we asked my brother why he never told us that Jeremy's disabled.

He just said, "Because it's not important."

Summer rolled downhill.
August. Quiet days.
Placing the fogs under the head
Quietly wandering streams.

The milky way is a claw crayfish
Quietly moving to the dawn,
Turning carefully,
Gate slow summer.

Be careful, be careful
Waite, the winds, above me,
To month the newborn
Not scared of night.

One girl bought a white piano. One day she sat down at the piano and began to play.
Suddenly the piano appeared a black hand and says:
Girl, girl, give me the money! Girl, girl, get the money!
The girl got scared and gave the money that mom gave her for food.
The black hand is gone.
In the evening, the girl told everything to my mom.
But mom didn't believe her, she decided that her daughter spent the money on something else and doesn't want to confess.
Mom decided to check and sat at a white piano. But soon she began to play as a piano again leaned out the black hand and said:
Woman, woman, give me the money! Woman, woman, give me the money!
The girl's mother was seriously scared and gave the money.
In the evening it came to the grandmother, she told everything. Grandma did not believe it and sat down at the piano, but she began to play like a piano got black hand:
â€" Grandma, grandma, give me money! Grandma, grandma, give me money!
Grandma got scared and gave up.
And then they called the police and told everything.
Came in their apartment by the police, opened the lid, and sitting there with Carlson and counts the money:
â€" Jam will be enough candy enough on the buns... not enough!

Had walked through the abandoned old cemetery captain of militia. And suddenly he saw him quickly approaching a large white spot. The captain pulled out a pistol and began shooting at him. But the stain continued to fly at him...the next day the captain not reporting for duty. Rushed to search for. And in the old cemetery they found his body. In the hand of the captain had a gun. And lay shot in the newspaper

There was a cheerful old man, cheerful. He knew a lot of stories and told their naughty little girls. If a girl was naughty and did not listen to his mother, she invited the man to visit. The old man was gathering his magic suitcase, put on coat, boots and hat and hit the road. Along the way he sang funny songs about maniacs, thieves and other vermin.
The old man came to the rebellious girl and asked to perform the only condition is to remain with the girl alone, as adults, scary stories to listen to. Mom agreed and left the house on business. And when he returned, I saw quiet a cute scene girl slept the sleep of the dead!