Blue eyed girl (Part-3)

Jelena was a strange girl. Twenty years old, faces glowing, full breaths scent, and brightly colored cloth. The most important thing is that the color of the dress she wore, the shoes are the same color. I wanted to ask him how many pairs of shoes that have brought you, but they did not ask me appropriately. I was so sad because of his Moscow trip, because one day my leather shoes were stolen from my room. I had little money, sports shoes such support, I spent several days of rest. Well, back from Minsk Yelena had shattered his scent, and I had reached Leningrad. I go there, 'Yasnaia Polyana "be aware of. Was reported that a small town near Moscow Yasnaia, probably named Tula. Moscow by train or bus to get there. Then take a taxi or bus from there, anything can be reached Polyana. Most of you must have read the novels of Tolstoy. Those who have not read due to lack of time, just tell them that I am writing here, "Anna Kerenina 'is one of the world's great great love stories. 'Leo' in the context of the novel when he wrote that "the world is the same story every happy family, but sad family story individually is" So, I did not understand it that Leo Tolstoy's Through this novel is actually written his autobiography. Anna is the story of a girl who does not love her husband at all. The story is the story of an unequal between women and men. It is the story of a woman who, through love relationship immoral man himself takes the stand equal. In this novel Talstoy tried to demonstrate how these relationships themselves living in immoral men than women 'loyalty' is expected. Kerenina Anna is a woman whose marriage without love is. Her husband is no sense of happiness and sorrow of his wife, his wants, his expectations are not interested in it, just post it - is concerned about reputation. लेकिन 'एना' एक ऐसी लड़की है जिसके दमकते चेहरे, जिसकी खूशबूदार सांसें, जिसकी जूतों से मैच करती ड्रेस के आगे कोई भी… वो अपने आप में दहकती हुई आग है और सबसे बड़ी बात कि उसमें साहस है अपने हिस्से का सुख पा लेने का . He does not consider unethical, immoral relationships, and that 'he' does all the men are illegal in sustaining society. Well eight hundred eighty-page story would be unfair to recite in words, but in the heart of the novel is that the husband - wife relationship does not deteriorate just in bad relationships, love is incomplete, unfulfilled desires, the grief, the tears are , and warp around the world, and has a foul smell in the house of relationships. And when it is said that marriage is rotting body of his funk, not just two, thousand souls feels. I climb the stairs, where Tolstoy wrote perhaps - reading. Tolstay was standing there, I felt Sophia Tolstoy's wife were standing in front of me. But Tolstay wife of 77 years had gone by then dead, then how in front of me? Sofia came to see me smile. Walked the 'Anna Kerenina' story is so much to remember. 'Leo' You all know the story. Ever tried to find out about me? Leo says that I did not love the world. All documents recorded in the world that I was jealous of him. Studies around the world and has read the stories of Leo. But anyone ever tried to figure out how Tolstay Sofia? In the fierce snowstorm that day, you 'Tolstay' bin awful cough were reported out of the house, so I do not know how many hours he casually waited in the cold airs. And when he was come, I ask them to wrap where the storm had moved in, they said I was a little kid, I'm Connor, able to tell you go anywhere Jaoon? Listen, you do not today, but someday write my story. I tell you all of Leo Tolstoy religion wife, his mother was not that bad as many have stated. I know your hero 'Leo', but you do with the truth. Anna Kerenina also paid the price of his love. World, from home, I paid. And listen, I have a lot to tell you. Everything is part of the only woman in a ruined marriage. My own story by writing your 'Leo' wrote the story may well be one thousand stories are sad. If you can wait I am one - all Sunoungi one. Anna Kerinana your model is more painful than the story of my marriage, my love story. I sat on the stairs. Sofia wore a red dress, her face is glowing and I was feeling bad scent. Minsk was obvious to me that she loved sitting in the cemetery that is both hands up and pray. Now that I had no courage "by Leo Tolstoy Museum and go inside. I got down, took a cab and when, how and how long Moscow did not realize one of my friends went home. Had a very high fever. The head was burning. My friend gave some tablets. Woke up two days later, a large suitcase left a friend's house, forever and a hand bag, made out with my camera to Tashkent. Now I wreath were visiting the statue of Lal Bahadur Shastri. And the remaining few Rubl blow had come to Delhi. I've done everything. Tashkent Uzbekistan taxi from the hotel while I was annexed mind that I will reach the airport, the taxi driver will happen to me after paying a Zenith camera, a bag, an Open Tickets And besides numerous memories.