The company "Coffee House" – the best coffee house chain in Russia. If you want to find a specialized company to produce coffee that exceeds the "Coffee House", you are unlikely to succeed. Italian espresso, cappuccino now, gentle latte, coffee in the press-coat, mocha, frappe and cervix, coffee and alcohol, the unique taste of hot chocolate, leaf teas from China, Japan, Ceylon – this is not a complete list of drinks that are prepared by specially trained barista. 40 different kinds of homemade desserts, including the renowned cheesecake "New York" cake "Coffee House" – all with a warm atmosphere and friendly service creates the a unique atmosphere that distinguishes every coffee shop network, "Coffee House". For those who follow health, developed a special "Healthy Menu". But you can go and relax a little: you eight varieties delicious ice cream, "Baskin Robbins". Each month, gourmet drinks "Taste of the season." Business meeting, a romantic date, preparations for the session, the rest with friends – a better place than the coffee shop "Coffee House" is not found.
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One In Town
Even when you're with someone, you're alone. Has something happened, and you realize this fully. You'll fall in a fit, you will bleed to death, wounded, you will pray for help, not ready for trouble. And maybe someone will help you. Fit, extend a hand. Wipe blood from his face, tears. Wrap up warm coat, even if it is just a bystander. And everything will be fine.
Warm and touching. Soft and comfortable, impressively contrasting with the general anger and bitterness. And you will be feel the tenderness of their hands on his face, the hardness of their shoulders very, very close. You're going to inhale the smell of their hair, so dear and familiar. Thou shalt not alone.
Damn. You're just one in a life as you alone and in death. Pay for you all. Only you. Burn in hell you too. Yes, and fly in heaven. Personal paradise, a personal hell. At you. By the way, now. During his lifetime. You just think – this is your paradise. You feel bad – that's hell. And they – not you. Outsiders. Angels, demons – barely. People. Not any more. If you're lucky – that and nothing less. People do not always, sometimes animals. Around you. And you're alone. If you are unarmed – you die. If you are armed, but do not know how to use weapons – you die, be killed. Accident, malice – you not live, if you're not ready. If you're not prepared. If you think crows, if your ears headphones from the player, if your feet light sandals and belt adorned with rhinestones and fragile – you die. Of course, if you want out of the crowd stand out. And if you're not one, but one of them – then what do I say no more sorrow and silent in a rag. Then I feel sorry for you. Then you will not kill you, you will not die, no. But you will not live. Lost in the greyness. Lost in the lurid variegation. You'll be gray and forgotten, leaving no trace. Someone, not you. You will live right up to old age, to the weakness and helplessness, you idly otkinesh hooves, you be taken away to the cemetery and buried among the other cadavers. A half-century – and all. And there is even memories. And there's even a personal paradise, a personal hell no. Did not deserve Pszczel in general. Wings of the number 3947785 issued fraction 09. Next. So, do not you? Where are you going? You to hell. Alley burning sulfur 17, the third hangar, the fourteenth level, your boiler – the extreme left, a window seat. Enjoy, a nonentity. You believed in it. By faith and received. Directly on it. I'm used to pacing system, a crowd of a herd? Walk. You here. All the last stop. Then do not go. Scary? Chose. Has not yet selected, right? Come on, the choice is yours.