Diary of Hate (reminisce)

There are few people who would like it to remember. For some, the sadness, for others - the joy. Still funny, however, were the days. I like this, remember the rehearsal room in a brass band. When we played together for about 4 hours, or drinking tea that is brewed under the general laughter at Sergei, because he posed, but not including the teapot. As we played in the studio 8. And of course the continuation of the banquet, when I hit his nose on the forehead to some fan of TKN. That morning, when I saw my nose, which in turn was smeared with an asterisk. That exam on the history of Ukraine, which I missed. those 40 hryvnia, which were occupied me for buying more beer in the morning. Which I do not want to get back, because they remind me of those days. All this reminds me of who we were. And let me not happy with our bad breakup, I will always remember and honor all that was between us. Time passed, and we must look to the future. The new structure, new goals, desires, aspirations, and a new friendship. No, not so. A new look at friendship. Let us remember that it was the best and take everything that happened between us. And whenever we remember "The Diary of Hate" - we'll be smiling ...:)