Ivieys is a family, in which all topics of life were perceived with great attention, but Alex, having matured and becoming a photographer, decided them himself, otherwise everything would have looked absurd.
Several drafts for the presentation were still on the table, on the balcony, gathering dust and occasionally reminding of their existence.
Oh, these mistakes, the time frame and the hopeless course of serenity - what else can be so boring if you don’t want to change everything to the smallest detail, go back in time, or start all the work first. No one but himself, no one could understand the situation, because he decided so, and now, after long dreams, he will have to stop it.
The energy of the pictures is what bothered the mind. Blame for this Walter Berrow knew about the problem, most likely, but did not want to help anything, as if he provoked and substituted a free letter in a simple equation. From here comes the system, and it was worth nothing to bring it to the end. And Jack Waiton is a real friend, and just had to take the right step: to find and force programmer to remake the contract.
Alex didn’t like the coffee, sugar interfered with his taste and spoiled his mood, but the guy finished his drink and went to the platform near the house.
Looking at the glass surface of the windows glowing in the distance, in the space of winter darkness, making a positive wish, he moved away from the crowd of strange people, looked down at the snowy road, turned to the left, went, creaking the sole of his boots, right along a thick layer of sticky path. Near him appeared silhouettes of snowdrifts, visible when illuminating the lanterns.
Chapter second.
Walking, that is, going hungry with four packages of personal belongings, after quarrels with a loved one, at night, is not very pleasant. And the strangest thing was that after talking with former acquaintances in a false form, it was also not interesting: everyone pointed to the church shelter, but they also said that it was closed at such a time. Nobody wanted to think from Alex’s position, no one was aware of the situation in its real interpretation, however, it was possible to safely and without a hint of surprise find out how other people bought a handful of goods in the store and paid huge amounts of money, working from morning to evening eight hours a day.
It could be nothing more than a mirror of darkness, a manifestation of the power of Walter Berrow's assistants.
Nevertheless, the advice remained the advice, and the words were not matched with life as well as the lemon is not used with coffee, and that is nice and that, but in turn with different dishes.
It wasn’t as hard to find a job as a trip to search for her - the guy ran around the city and recharged the battery after every humidness in on the way: ta rain drizzled almost every five minutes, as if by order. The cold often penetrated into thick woolen jacket, although previously stated, in the weather forecast "It will be sunny and the temperature will rise by two degrees".
It is not possible to live a single day without silence and without some disentanglement of logical threads, they are intertwined everywhere and do not give an opportunity to look at the world in a clear way, create a string of complex conclusions, and there is no beginning for the ending.
There were cartoons about the detective story, about the homeless, about the monk, and all this is like yesterday's event, just like plots.
He lost the help of Elizabeth Roide, but self-suggestion about patience and hard work was still present next to him. He hoped to win, to rest on time and to work quality, but it was useless to resist the onslaught of Walter; he, like hypnosis, influenced all thoughts and any glimpses of self-regulation, and, like a parasitic boa or, glaring at logic, blocked the way to free movement.
And then Alfred Berrow appeared on Alex’s way, carrying a package with multiforus and album sheets, not many people knew this lawyer, but spoke of good opinions about her “good abilities” and so on. No extra ideas arose at this meeting.
Chapter third.
“Having heard the word, we take it on a personal side; having heard something, we turn around; having heard a bad word, we respond to it; we don’t feel our mistakes, or we see them as irrelevant.
Others misses and awkwardness or justify dementia, or criticize to the highest level. We do not see the thread of meaning in the news, and if we see the meaning, then we don’t attach importance, for it is often ridiculous to attach importance to everything.
News, information, semantic overload or lack of it drives everything crazy with the speed of the wind ... There are many questions, but they are not heard... "- Alex Ivy’s mind visited that evening when the college guard met him, opening him the door and looking at it attentively and testing a tired look at the flickering light coming from distant indoor light bulbs.
Of course, going to the store to buy a little, quite a bit of food, for myself and a friend, cost one hundred and twenty pounds sterling, but although the cost was almost fair, except for tax deductions, interest was lost and appetite was lost, which appeared shortly before escape from Rosalie, from her apartment. All the events that happened in those moments were most likely just the rash actions of his girlfriend and the stupid reactions of himself, and yet he regretted only about himself, but that she promised to send him to St. Monica’s hospital, to church predators from which very few people returned in a sober state and / or in a healthy mind, this could have gone over the top of egocentrism or would have seemed like an oddity. The guy, even if he was obsessed, was only in the photographs for “Maps o Gaps,” a local newspaper. And the versions of the further stay on Fourteenth Street, which were both real and non-fulfilling, were confused in the head, like flies at the spring equinox, but he understood perfectly well that it was worth the apology, but it would be absurd - he himself was to blame for her mistakes, and this, too, as he heard, remained true in the sense that girls often accuse friends of being petty and fearless, and when, and in very unpleasant mistakes, and knowing the real circumstances, they themselves suffer from the words they said.
Alex’s parents, father’s assistant doctor of a surgeon at "Saint Aven Monica’s hospital", and mother a pastry chef at K-Jelsi’s café, although they were far away, could be convinced otherwise or give instructions about the relationship, if they were right, the case is not relevant, and there would be no clear benefit from them, but the results of conceit and youthful idealism, mixed with a faint, overcast optimism such as "I can" or "everything will work". But nothing sensible, real, sensible did not emerge from invented on the go or logically correct explanations.
So, he decided, he had to go and ask for forgiveness when he felt right. It was a matter of the most usual, ordinary, slip - the garland twisted over the lintel and touched the chandelier in the living room, but as the plug did not reach the outlet from the wire, but the multiplier was not found, it was supposed to extend the wires, but they are short and it’s not clear what to do in peace without a quarrel. She said one option, and Alex sought his position and eventually had to leave for an hour or two, breathe, until the answer would have jumped out on its own, otherwise the celebration would have passed in the dark.
