“Are you plotting on me?”* She asked.
“Yes, I am.” He answered.
”What kind of conspiracy are you planning to do?” She asked.
“I am conspiring to abduct your heart from you.” He answered.
”But you already did.” She muttered.

Rocking chair
A comfortable seat
Turkish tea or strong coffee
Burning fireplace
Decorated wooden hut
Future wife
Snowy night
A rifle on the wall
Classic music
Wool blanket
Hello Poetry
Tolstoy's masterpieces
Ilya Repin's picture's
Wolf voices
Cold places
What a Freedom !

Running around, always trying to finish first.
Guess that's why we call it the human race.

Life is a huge prison,
My imagination endless as much as universe,
But you are unreachable still.