The story of a dream13,04,10, 07:47There once was an ordinary man and his dreams were ordinary, simple — a cozy house, a car, beloved wife and nice kids.The man was able not only to dream but to work.Over time, he built a house. Met a girl he loved and she loved it.The man bought the car himself and his beloved wife.They had children: not one, not two, but four beautiful and intelligent children who loved their parents.And so, when the dream was fulfilled person he suddenly felt lonely. His wife loved, adored his children, ihnem house was cozy.But something was missing.And one day, a dark autumn night, a man came out onto the balcony of his house and looked 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 roads lay before him, and the car was only welded together pieces of painted iron. Even the act of women who was asleep in his bed, was an ordinary woman. Children, whom he loved, were normal kids, not the dream of the children.And people thought it would be really nice to get out of his beautiful home, kick in the wing of the car, waved to his wife, kiss the kids and go away forever … But he did not leave, he went into the bedroom and lay down beside his wife and fell asleep.The man grasped the fact that some will know, as a child, but many do not understand, and in old age.He realized that it is impossible to dream about the attainable.Since then, he tried to think of myself a new dream, a real one. Of course, this does not work out. But he began to live the dream of this dream …
