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There was an ordinary man, and he had dreams of ordinary, simple - cozy house, a car, a lovely wife and nice kids.

The man could not only dream but also to work.

Over time, he built a house. I met a girl who fell in love and she loved it.

The man bought the car himself and his beloved wife.

Their children were born: not one, not two, but four beautiful and smart kids, who loved their parents.

lookI Now, when a man fulfilled his dream suddenly became lonely. He loved his wife, his adored children, ihnem house was cozy.

But something was missing.

And one day, the dark autumn night, the man went to the balcony of his house and watched the neighborhood. He was looking for his dream, without which it was so hard to live.

But the dream of a house turned into a brick wall and no longer be a dream. All road lay before him, and the car was only welded together pieces of painted iron. Even the act of women slept in his bed, was an ordinary woman. The children, whom he loved, became ordinary children, not the dream of the children.

And people thought it would be good to get out of their beautiful house, kick in the wing of the car, waved to his wife, kiss the kids and leave forever ...

But he left, he went into the bedroom and lay down beside his wife and fell asleep.

fingalChelovek grasped it, that some know as a child, but many do not understand, and in old age.

He realized that it is impossible to dream of an attainable.

Since then, he tried to come up for a new dream true. Of course it did not. But he began to live the dream of a real dream.