Book: Kys
*On this Holiday, don’t beat them, don’t beat them up, don’t do anything so ordinary, but let her Wife and Mother and Grandmother and Niece or some other small Pigalitsa get up early in the morning, bake pies, bake pancakes of this and that, pile everything clean, wash the floors, sweep the benches, scrub the water from the well he brings underwear or outerwear from the well, he will wash and wash someone’s rugs or rugs, let him beat everything out well, otherwise I know you are dusty in the hut, even hold your nose. Let him chop the firewood, light the bathhouse, and wash himself properly. The table will be set with a rich pile of pancakes, any snack you can have from the New Year, whatever you haven’t eaten, bring everything to the table.
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Viker 07-12-2023 / 11:20
This New Year's holiday is celebrated this way: cut down a tree in the forest so small and branchy that it fits into a hut, and whoever wants to, put it in the yard. Stick this tree into the floor or wherever it is necessary to hold it, and hang all sorts of things that anyone has on the branches. You can use colored twisted threads or something like that, you can use nuts, flames, or whatever you don’t mind, there’s all sorts of crap lying around the corners at home, there’s always another time and it’ll do.
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Viker 07-12-2023 / 11:20
Art elevates.
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MegaMozg 27-03-2018 / 22:37
"Alien" he is a stranger. What is good? And your - it's warm. He and the eyes of others. Your - he a bit like you.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 22:05
Be born, die, get up, lie down, dance on the neighbor's wedding or in the morning on harsh crimson sunrise Wake up as from a blow with a stick, scared, as if you're the only one left alive in the world - they're all there, always there, light flashing, dim-sighted, eternal, silent.
Quote Explanation: "They" are the celebrities.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 16:28
Here, I think, a woman: well, why is it, Baba? The cheeks, abdomen, eyes mirguet, says something. Wagging his head, smacks his lips, and inside her what? Dark meat, bones creaking, bowel ring, and more and nothing. Laughing, bugaetsa, knits his eyebrows, and whether she really feeling what? Thoughts? As well as she pretends to be a woman, and the werewolf of the swamp?
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 16:28
Killed the gingerbread man. Fun bun. All the songs sung. Happy life. And now - he was not. For what?
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 16:28
The neighbor man Duden to heart him tiality, mind is muddy, the disposition to inflame.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 16:28
You, Book! You're the only one not fooled, not hit, not hurt, will not leave! Quiet - but you laugh, shout, sing; humble - amaze, tease, tempt... and I will want dizzy, confusing, Volodina, blur, tears will susiraja, breathing Sahalee, whole soul, like a leaf on the wind volnuetsya, the waves will rise the wings will wave!
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:03
Man is the intersection of two depths, still bottomless and equally incomprehensible: the outer world and the inner world.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 20:08
How many books, so many different lives to live.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 20:08
... with a dream and to live more convenient, and sleep is sweeter.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 20:08
There is no worse enemy than indifference! With the acquiescence of the indifferent just happening all villainy. You're "Mumu" read? Understand the parable? He was silent, was silent, and the dog died.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 10:03
