Character: Raynaud's

Along with the cassock you put on certain official manners, which, like the cassock, in some cases serve as your protection.

Love changes everything. Love has made me so much better. It's just a dream they've been sold. And in it lies their hope for the remission of sins. However, the world is still spinning, burdened with sins and troubles.

Well, here again is the old love story that transforms everyone. Which atones for any sins. How many times have I heard this story from both hopeful women with broken teeth and hopeful men who have been denied love.

I am not afraid of death. My only fear is that there may still be life after death.

The only outlet is my garden, and I pour out on the whiskers of wild strawberries that vengeful feeling that I cannot direct at my tormentors in human form.

Crime is never erased from memory and haunts a person even after death.

Virtue and villainy can often be distinguished only by being at a great distance from them.

Did he really think that God actually answered someone's prayers? Yes, he simply does not have time to listen to all sorts of petty complaints.

Anywhere I can reach out, grab any of the forbidden fruit, to sink her teeth into the sweet flesh is incomprehensible. This idea is a dagger pokes me from all sides.
"Try me. Taste. Taste".
No one will know.
"Try me. Taste. Taste..."
Why not?

With us lives evil. Evil smiling triumphantly, wearing bright clothes.
A child in fear, I heard a story about how the witch lured small children into the gingerbread house to eat them. I look at her shop in a shiny package, like a present waiting when it will open, and think, how many people, how many souls she has already irretrievably seduced.

- You're here to torture me!
If you so desire, can add to their plans.