the theatre of one actor

The theatre of one actor

It was cold windy automn.
I was getting home from library. Pride and prejudice was a good book to lose my time lightly. Who thought that miss Bennett had no idea about feeling love before being proud? And Mr Bengley, my god, he didn't understand Darcy as I did, and I can't say that their friendship was built on benefit, not from mr Darcy's side. No , it was war of their tastes, preferences and thoughts. And only because of their diff. You could notice easy friendly handshake, help in any situation, restraint  of stupidity of Bengley's sister. That was the real friendship of those times. And when mr Bengley had fallen in love with the eldest daughter of mr Bennett, Darcy gave him a right way to help.
Oh, I already got home,
- hey boy, yes, it's you!
A small red puppy approached me. I picked him up and dragged him into the house.
- let's have a dinner, boy, I'm hungry!
My god, that friendship . It will kill or save our souls, no other ways..
Bearable