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Спасибо Боженьке за то, что помог отработать этот рабочий понедельник до положенного времени... #закаждыйденьспасибоБогу #Богнашевсе #безБогатяжело

Наконец-то на служение, бронхиты, ветрянки, все позади, настало время прославить Бога, всем сердцем и в единстве духа! Тигра# #Тиграшка #счастьеесть #спасибоБогузавсе #счастье #семья #славаБогу #Богвовсем #Богтворецмоегосчастья #сынок #немногофанатично #кажетсяякрейзимама #моесчастье #моечудо #моеблагословение #Богблаг #Богмилостив #Богщедр #вЕгорукахмоясемья #семья #моделька #ASt #воскресенье #служение #Вифания #поклонение #Богнашевсе

Скоро пойдём в церковь, святить, Слава Богу за всё #храмбожий #церковь #всехлюблю #люблюнемогу #православие #праздник #люблюбога #богнашевсе #богестьлюбовь #Пасха

Шум, гамм, бегущие люди и греховная суета городская, что заглушает голос Бога, тихо шепчущий тебе на ухо слова любви. И ты, поглощён этим греховным состоянием, полностью утратил Его, но вот момент, и еле тихо слышны Его слова, и город, столь погряжший в грехах, обретает совсем иной вид - Его творение, что Он так лелеет и так заботиться, и становиться он так могуществен и прекрасен, хоть и падший изнутри, но все же возлюблен терпеливым Богом. #Богжизнь #богнашевсе #иисусхристос #богснами #любимбога #москва #сталинскаявысотка #москварека #любовь #природа #городсказка

#part4 He was smoking with hunger, like it could be the last cigarette but the pack was still full. Mark wasalways smoking in this way. They were similar. He seemed to put all his life into this cigarette, heabsorbed its fumes, he overlived it like his entire life. The father was soaking up all spirit of thismortal world with every deep and small breath of this cigarette. He looked like a sponge which soaked up all sins, passion, joy and penance of our world. He liked that #cigarette. It wasn’t the last one but he prefered to consider smoking it like the last one. In that case the cigarette overtook another taste. The taste of the last desert. - So that she was who sent you for me, - said Mark not caring. - Don’t talk the way you’ve done. You seem to consider me not caring about you. I’m alsoyour parent, therefore I do care about you, - said the father and made another breath. Mark glanced at him silently and threw himself onto the bed. The father finished his cigarette and threw it out of the window. He came up to the bed. - Are you going to continue moping? - asked the father with his cold, discreet voice. - If I want to do what’s the matter with that? Do you mind? - asked Mark. - No, - answered the father and laid down on the bed next to his son. - Could you just take off your shoes? You are on the bed, - reproached Mark - And what? Wash it. At least there will be something for you to deal with, - answered thefather. He leaned against the pillow and began staring at his son with his green eyes. His eyes were bright,alive. They seemed to be strict, but he was a really kind man. All his attempts to make his son talkfailed. He did all sorts of things to make Mark be candid but all of them failed. #imawriter #newyork #lifeinnewyork #moscow #lifeinmoscow #saintpetersburg  #love#helpmebecomefamous #dadandson #love #godiseverything #godislife  #ingodwetrust #москва #любовь #жизньвмоскве #богнашевсе #ньюйорк  #україна #lavida #amar #dios  #jesúscristo #moscu #amolavida  #soyescritor

#part3 He seemed calm and absolutely composed but that was not true. He was on the pins and needles inside and the tremor of his hands showed it. He was trembling, but seemed calm. He opened the door. That was his father standing on the porch. He was staring at Mark with the parent’s look. This kind of sight was neither regretful nor pity and it had no condolences to his son as well. It is possible to think that he had no feelings to his son. But that was not exactly true. He loved him. Truly saying it was better to describe his look as father’s but not parent’s one. It was clear that he loved him but it was that kind of love which needs no words. This type of love doesn’t seem either weak or like attempts to help but to inspire. In his eyes there were enough efforts to help his son. He radiated severity and calmness. He pushed Mark aside and without asking for any permission barged in and rushed into the living room. He glanced at Mark. This time his eyes were neglectful again, with no emotions inside. He was wearing a green autumn coat with black long boots. There were a lot of drops of water over the coat, dropping down on the fluffy carpet in the hall. Also, there was some mud left from the boots on the carpet. The carpet was dirty. That fluffy white carpet which Mark had bought together with Sabina two years ago was dirty and full of mud. Mark looked at father’s back, closed the door and went after his dad being absolutely fatigued. The father was walking slowly around the apartament with reproachful look at his son and from time to time he used this glance to look at his son. Finally, the father stopped at the window. - #Mom is worried, - he said and got a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He began one of them. #imawriter #newyork #lifeinnewyork #moscow #lifeinmoscow #love #helpmebecomefamous #dadandson  #love #godiseverything  #godislife  #ingodwetrust  #москва #любовь #жизньвмоскве #богнашевсе  #богжизнь #ньюйорк  #україна #lavida #amar  #dios  #jesúscristo #amolavida❤  #soyescritor

#part2 I’m going, - he screamed and went to the door, making steps so fast he could. - Fucking shit. He pulled down the door handle and opened the door. Although he was full of reluctance and aversion to open it, but he did it. The door opened and there was nobody. Mark left his apartment, staying on his storey, he threw some glances but he didn’t find anybody. Then he came to the front door of the building, pulled down the door handle and found out it was locked. - That’s weird, - he whispered to himself and went back to the apartament. - The doorbell might play up. He was inside the apartment, staying in the darkness near the bed. All these self-hatred and doubts made him continue being empty, have no feelings and emotions. He dropped himself down onto the bed with feelings of emptiness, resignation and weakness in his soul. He made attempts to fall asleep, to put aside all thoughts he had in his head, but it was unreal. At that moment he closed his eyes, he clearly saw Sabina laying next to him, he was feeling her presence, her smell which the bed still had. Maybe that was the reason why he hadn’t still washed his linen. But as well it was supposed to be a reason why he could not fall asleep. Even not being here she continued making him be crazy. He was not even to close his eyes. At that very moment he did it, Sabina appeared in his thoughts. She was everywhere in his head. There was no inch without her. But at least if one attempt was likely to be successful, she appeared in front of him, keeping his hand and giving him the most patient kisses. She was kissing his lips, neck, chest and down and down and down… Immediately he woke up. It looked like eternity. The bell again rang. Mark opened his eyes. He saw that it lasted only half an hour. - Just 30 minutes, - he thought and went to the door. #imawriter #newyork #lifeinnewyork #moscow #lifeinmoscow #love #helpmebecomefamous #dadandson #love #godiseverything #godislife #ingodwetrust #москва #санктпетербург #любовь #жизньвмоскве #богнашевсе #богжизнь #ньюйорк #україна #lavida #amar #dios #jesúscristo #amolavida❤ #soyescritor

Друзья мои, приглашаю подписаться на мою новую страничку. @bognashevso С любовью, ваша Марина Антонова. Б. Пастернак Нас всех друг другу посылает Бог. На горе иль на радость – неизвестно… Пока не проживем цикличный срок, Пока мы не ответим свой урок , И не сдадим экзамен жизни честно. Мы все друг другу до смерти нужны, Хоть не всегда полезность очевидна… Не так уж наши должности важны, И не всегда друг к другу мы нежны - Бывает и досадно, и обидно… Как знать: зачем друг с другом мы живем? Что вместе держит нас, соединяет? По жизни мы идем, и день за днем Себя друг в друге лучше узнаем , И шляпу перед зеркалом снимаем… Нас манит даль непройденных дорог, А друг в дороге – радость и подмога… И не сочтем высокопарным слог: НАС ВСЕХ ДРУГ К ДРУГУ ПОСЫЛАЕТ БОГ! И слава Богу – нас у Бога много…!!! #богнашевсе #жизньвбоге #иисуспутьистинаижизнь #ликбезатеиста #жизньпрекрасна #вечныеценности #вечныеистины #бог #иисусхристосспаситель #жививудовольствие #притчи #притчисоломона #умныемысли #будьсвободен #господьвелик #господьвсемогущь #господьвездесущ #господьвсеведущ #путьистинажизнь #вечныерадости #жизньвбоге #богестьлюбовь #любовь #богнаслюбит #вечнаяжизнь #фразыумные #жизненныйпринцип #библия #библейскиеистины

В Святой Вечер желаю всем открыть сердца, и насладится близостью родных и близких людей. Пусть яркая звезда надежды и любви горит над вашим домом. А в душе всегда найдется место для прощения. Уюта вам, добра и Божьего благословения. #маринабажан #кутя #святойвечер #семья #праздник #Богнашевсе #рождество #зима #новыйгод