Pleasure

The place is green and sky blue, so is the sea. In heaven, he thinks about his life, which looks like hell. After all, you have a lot of time to think about waiting.

One foot was sitting on a wooden chair shorter than the others and watching the sea. The weather was warm and there were too many flies. The flies were dirty and they were grappling with each other on a brown wooden table. The watermelon flavors we enjoyed last were very attractive for flies. He lit a cigarette. It was the easiest way to get rid of flies and mosquitoes. He took a deep breath of his cigarettes and flew into the mouth of the table. The flies escaped, but within a few seconds they returned to the table and continued to travel. He got up from his old chair and sat on his head. He drank too much. He brought his idea to normal sea level. Several fishing boats at distant points of the sea. For a moment he thought about loneliness. Loneliness must be a fugitive best friend. But he was a bit of a selfish, poisonous friend. Loneliness refused to accept a friend from him. He lived in a maintenance-free shed for two years. The view was just beautiful part of the old and neglected lodge. It was so much fun watching the sunlight. Every once in a while he looked at a fisherman and he was about six hundred meters away from the small market. There was no phone or television. He was following the news on his little radio. Initially, he felt that this illegal and unbearable life could not continue. But he got used to it. We call this another way.