Character: Alesha

Each minion he is afraid of his superiors.

Nothing heals our grief, as the story of other people's sorrows.

If you the language to Kiev safely brought, it does not mean that he will not lead you somewhere far away, where Makar calves did not drive.

What good is immortality of kindness, mercy, beauty? For a market economy these fatherly gods are funny, they leave, and nurture their people.

Recently some old papers and found her father's diary from his student days. The feeling that I read "diary of a madman": "Live for the good of the people"... We are the Foundation of dams in the future..." fortunately not all of their generation is most always know for whose benefit you need to live: they have what we need to learn.

Surely a man does when he is quite devoted to his duty, as luck would have it, lack the skills and toughness to do their duty?

And I whisper, picking up words
How do you like my love
Amongst other events?
And here it is, empty palm,
Again, the impulse was so high.
We split toes apart,
We split toes apart,
And you're right through your fingers like sand...

And does not bind
Broken filament,
And I'm screaming, as if into the distance.
How do you like my sadness
Among the other could be the best choice?
Resentment, jealousy, envy, anger...
As indistinct traces.
And no one's fault,
The hands are disconnected.
And you through my fingers like smoke...

How it all came together, how everything is intertwined
And not saying "no" or "Yes"
To save the love failed
And two destinies, two lives apart.
And you're right through your fingers like water...

You are a Saint, you're a Saint and I'm a normal living person! Can you imagine how I feel every second next to you to feel what I shit?