The Eve Of St. Nicholas. My fire and snow beast (№ 247386)

It just so happened that the person gets used to everything... even to the expectation of death. Minutes run. An overwhelming feeling of despair and hopelessness is replaced by a hollow emptiness, which then tend to fill up very different emotions: first, it is a reasonable anger, then mild interest, cold calculation... and the eyeballs a string primitive needs like desire a hearty meal and hard to sleep under cover of the idea of a motto: "instead of whether to send all three letters? Because I am tired."