Sad Reminder From Mail.ru

Today one of friends of mine could be 37. Mail.ru. has gleefully informed me about the fact. But he could be ... Life is an unpredictable thing, so every day you need to do not only that you have to but that you love to do also. No one knows when the "the clock will stop". This friend of mine didn’t know either. Sorry for him, he was a sunny, cheerful person not like the most. Rest in peace, a friend of mine...

Deadmen.

Some people I truly admire and love as a friend  are dead. Sometimes, I have a strange Cobain-style feeling : «I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends, they're in my head». I remember these people: their language, their appearance, their manners and characters ... They all were so different, so original, separate from me. But now they seem to live in me ... It's such a strange thing... Does  memory in old age finally turn from stories of victories and defeats to the spiritual variant of the cemetery?