No excuses: help Vrezh Kirakosyan to publish his book?

Artist Vrezh Kirakosyan, who was recently the hero category "No excuses," asks you for help. He wrote an autobiography, the publication of which, of course, need the money. If you are willing and want to help out, check out this article.

Remember Vrezh Kirakosyan? Yes, yes, the most talented portrait painter from Armenia, which Layfhaker told you recently.

If you still have not read this amazing story, we advise you to do it right now. Vrej life - inspiring example that, even being seriously ill, you can earn, be loving and beloved husband and father, and do not seek no excuses.

And for those who are already familiar with embedding and his work, we have 3 news. All good.

News № 1

Vrej book, which he said in an interview, is ready. It is called "My soul nude". The name is no coincidence. Could you unexpurgated tell about themselves, if your body is so different from the "standard" that people scare you? Agree, it is difficult to reveal the soul, if you heard the laugh your body ...

The manuscript passed editing and proofreading. It remains only to find the money for the publication.

News № 2

You can help publish the book Vrezh Kirakosyan. Fundraising announced at Boomstarter'E.

Necessary 200 thousand rubles. To date, collected - 20,500 rubles. That is, a little over 10%.

fundraising until May 11, 2014 (22:30 GMT). Do you have more than a month to make a contribution.

By the way, with a willingness to help Vrej began an affair, and his wife Lena. She responded to the request of Vrezh, and as a result he became the father of her daughter. :)

News № 3

At our request, Vrej gave us a piece of his book. Exclusively for the readers Layfhakera.

Read and decide whether you want to your bookshelf adorned the full version of this book?

One summer day I went into the yard. A occurred as follows. We live on the sixth floor of a nine homes. Elevator we have, but very often it is broken. He worked for several years in my youth. And my mother had to roll me down, breaking step by step back big wheels, and carefully lift the front wheels up the wheelchair so that I do not slid off it.
So this was about noon. I was sitting on the porch of our entrance. I loved to sit there for hours watching people. In the summer I went down into the yard at 9-10 o'clock in the morning, and ascended home only for dinner, and even more later.
In the gazebo, which is in front of our house, we were two girls and something whispered among themselves, glancing at me. About 14-15 years, rather nice. One of them was holding a rosette. I did not pay attention to them, but no matter what they did not like me, but because I would never have believed that I like someone of the girls ...
After a while they were gone, but one of them gave me a flower that was in her hands - a rose. One, but very delicate, beautiful, romantic rose. At least, to me this rose so memorable. I remember for a lifetime!
The girl who gave me a flower, named Anna. Having accepted her gift, I began to worry much and blame themselves for what many times had the opportunity to talk with her, but, thinking that I can not please her, did not even try to take the initiative.
Her gift to melt the ice of my heart. I received conclusive evidence that I like a girl!
At the same time I felt so sad that I did not know before!
But now I was able to arm themselves with all their charm and begin the long path, the path to conquer women's hearts!
I started trying to get close to at least one of the many girls that I liked, but all attempts were unsuccessful, and in vain ...
Remembering presented flower, I again and regaining hope, warmed themselves in faith to be able to please a girl and I can to get close to her, but hundreds and thousands of times faced with failure in endless attempts to conquer the girl's heart and build relationship…
He reminded me of a flower cartoon "Beauty and the Beast", you remember him? Remember how carefully filed flower monster?
The cartoon monster was to win a woman's heart before the last petal of the flower shall fade, otherwise case, it could never again be to get rid of the evil witchcraft and would never have been able to once again become a beautiful Prince.
Sometimes I felt like the monster of the cartoon, and donated rose even further increased the similarity of my life with the fantastic story ...
Although the flower from a cute girl Anna, I have not kept, but, like a fairy-tale character, too, thought that if shall fade the last petal of my hope, hope that I can win a girl's heart, that I would never love any one girl! And it gave me the strength to again and again to try to get closer and to build a relationship with the girl.