I'm very quick-tempered. I consider, that everyone should come up itself. I don't have friends in trouble, but a lot of them in pleasure. I don't know whom I wish to become, when I'll grow up. I trust that it is possible to love unsubstantially. I don't know the answer to such questions as: "Why is it all so, but not another?"; "And what?"; "And what is the difference?"; and "What are you doing tonight?". I mix alcoholic drinks, days of week and addressees of night sms. I don't miss at all for those, who deserves it, but very often recollect those, who is not important for me. I'm not excited by my unmade obligations and sad stories without continuation, but is excited with a lilac on the Battlefield and when one half-familiar person lifts his eyebrows. I can dance samba, use a knife for fruits, carry a jug on the head, tell more than 10 differences between MAZ and KAMAZ, tear off wall-papers from walls, do a massage of different degrees of sexuality, string meat on skewers, hand over blood from a finger, go free of charge by taxi, talk to Chineses and Finns on a language of signs, undress shrimps and fasten ties in three different ways. I have a lot of foolish habits...for example: if in room there is a wide window sill, or a convenient armrest, or free edge of table, I will never sit down on a sofa, armchair or chair...in the extremest case will sit down on the floor. Also, starting read the new book, I will necessarily look on the last page and read the latest word. Besides I always dress my footwear only from the left leg, even if it is not so convenient. I don't like when somebody call me a "hare"! I'm more than 17 years old and hares don't live so much. I don't like velveteen trousers...it's unchangeable. I don't like gladioluses...it's not a flower-they are horses. I don't like when somebody near me sneeze more than 4 times...in such cases I can seize an oar and strike with all force. Don't say that I'm intolerant-I'm simply nervous. I don't like both to wait and pink color...and brawny machos dressed up in t-shorts with Mikkie Mouse or Snoopy...they aren't even ridiculous-they are defective. I like ugly disgraces, parkways and avenues, strong wind, to see not only by eyes, to love, to recollect hammocks, mountains, thunder-storm and road leaving afar. I like to wait spring, to forget, to ask questions, to change, Martini, beautiful people, critical situations, seasonal discounts of different airlines. I like to love somebody near, to dream, music, nuances, lanes, the recklessness of birds in the sky and senseless conversations on kitchen. I like to run from mind to descend, silver, to wink, to look in the face, to sleep not in bedrooms, to dance under the cold rain, to go barefoot, to kiss somebody's cheek and to read during the meal. I like to live, to brake lighters, to speak, to search, to find and to draw life lines on somebody's palm. I like to embrace on sidewalks, frankness, principles of non-interference, empty buildings, when somebody kisses my neck and St.Petersburg. I like animals...I embrace another's dogs in a court yard and dream to look after a neighbour's parrot...especially I love tigers. I like planes, helicopters and other flying technics. I think, that the flight is the mini-orgasm. I like autumn...because the rain and you can feel the freshness...and grief because... I like to sit at home when it is very cold and snowing, and to drink crimson tea and to look at big shaggy dog, that lays near and to hear crash of logs, burning in the fireplace. I like to drink some tequila in the company of kind people and then to lay down on the floor, to hiccup and laugh loudly. I like to collect all those perfumes which I used once and someday to smell each of them and to recollect... I like song about Monkey Zero by t.A.T.u (Moya veselaya...moya smeshnaya bol'...Ya obez'yanka nol'... Ty obez'yanka nol'....) ;-) I always sing it in the shower... I like to leave disputes gained... I like to sew...very like...but unfortunately, can't it at all... I like when somebody praise me for what I've done. That's why I work qualitatively and hard, and then praise myself... I love modest people...cause in fact ideal man is clever and beautiful, but he must not know about it.I like all that is good and don't like all that is bad...