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Ilove my house . usually you come home at night, open the gate , and the whole yard is filled with a mysterious light . after all, each of us is particularly dear to one corner of the earth where you can be himself , to sit under a thick cover of grape leaves , to dream . i looked at the old bark with mangled vines , and it seems to me that this is my childhood and youth are reflected in the ripe berries. home lives . smoldering embers in the fireplace, lazily basking cat and purrs . in the yard of my house with walnut branches that bent green canopy over the asphalt track, no , no and yes flew prematurely yellowing leaves . home - my pain and joy , it gives me amazing creative insights minutes , plunges into the abyss of doubt and frustration, he was my closest friend and patron . for me , as for others , the house - this is our personal memory area of the heart that we have to keep that gives us wise commandments of life , beauty, and moral strength .