What is the pain for you?

Painfully is when you see, how the own child slowly dies, and you can make nothing; Painfully - it when to you comes at night the message from the falling plane in which your parents fly: "Daughter, we love you"; Painfully is when by one awkward movement of a hand of you do the invalid; Painfully - it when the hope dies … Painfully is when the woman, suffering almost days, doesn't hear shout of the newborn child. Painfully - it when you can't embrace mum or the father because they aren't present... And all this your unrequited love and partings - full lies. Simply the lexicon is too small, here all and name it a pain. A pain which through some bottles of vodka, blocks of cigarets and to steam of unfamiliar persons passes. And present remains with us for ever. In the heart of heart, it isn't forgotten and remains with us as any separate body, having touched to which you it feel also, as 10 years ago...