Book: Notre Dame Cathedral. Page 3
I ceased to belong to themselves. The other end of the thread, which the devil tied to my wings, they are attached to your leg.
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Nothing touches us, whom we hate.
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Every city of the middle ages, every city in France down to the reign of Louis XII had their asylum. These shelters among the flood of punitive measures and the barbaric court of justice, novodevich of the city, were a kind of Islands beyond the reach of human justice. Any boat tied to him the criminal was saved. In another suburb there was just as much shelters as gallows. It was the abuse of impunity near the abuse of executions - two evils seeking to neutralize each other. Royal palaces, princely osobnyaki, and the main temples had the right of asylum. To populate the city, all of it turned for a while in a place of refuge. So Louis XI in 1467 declared a sanctuary in Paris.
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Both while stored immobility and silence: he is admiring her beauty, she is surprised by his outrage.
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She wanted to make him come to his cell, but he was stubborn and stood on the threshold.
- No, - he said, - the owl has no place in the nest of the lark.
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So that's how you have to be! Beautiful on the outside!
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One morning, waking up, she found on the window of the two vessels filled with flowers. One of them is beautiful crystal vase, but cracked. Poured into a vase of water flowed, and the flowers withered. Other - clay, coarse pot, but full of water and flowers in it were fresh and bright.
Don't know if it intentionally, but La Esmeralda took the faded bouquet and all day, wore it on his chest.
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That's ugly, let it die;
Beauty to beauty only flechette,
And April looks not on January.
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Don't look at the person, a girl, and look in the heart.
The girl, the pine is not beautiful,
Not as good as poplar,
But pine and winter greens.
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The human heart can only accommodate a certain measure of despair. When the sponge is saturated, let the sea is calm roll over her the waves - it will not absorb any more drops.
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Envy! But what? Their power, their weaponry, their discipline? Philosophy and independence in rags are worth more than that. I prefer to be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.
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MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 13:12
And what death in the end? Disagreeable moment, a toll fee are applicable, the transition from nothingness into oblivion.
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Great die as you lived!
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You promotes polybutenes, you a rough draft of something, a kind of plant, imagining that it moves and thinks, you're going to enjoy the life that was stolen from her life as useless as a candle lit at noon.
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If we are humble people, it does not follow that we are afraid of big things!
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