A concierge in the past, and now just a homeless person, who lived in the basement of a house, since it was winter, and he was hiding from the cold there. He was relatively clean, as for a homeless person. He washed himself constantly and tried to take care of himself. And the tenants were more or less benevolent towards him
Andrey and I had been dating for a year when he decided to propose to me. But I wasn’t going to agree: I was only 19, I wanted to see the world, life. Building a nest wasn’t part of my plans. Andrey was already 26. As he said, “at that age, men start thinking about family.” My parents insisted on marriage
I want to share my story, which actually happened about a year ago. I'm 23, my name is Anya. I have a boyfriend who is 3 years older.This story happened on his birthday. We've been together for 3 years already, everything is going well, I think he will propose to me soon. This is the first time I'm writing a story, so don't criticize me too much.
My name is Sandeep. I live in a small town near Delhi. I am 27 years old and roam around all day looking for a job. My house is at the end of the lane where it is quiet in the afternoon. It was summer and the sun was blazing. When I returned home that day, I was drenched in sweat. My shirt was sticking to my body and I was thinking of taking a bath. But then my eyes fell on the corner of the lane. A beggar woman was sitting there.
Lois Helmers was lonely. It had been such a long time since she had been with a man, she could hardly remember when.