Character: Volga Redna. Page 3

... open the door easily, it is more difficult to cross the threshold. Behind dollaway hearth, not giving heat, ahead stretches the black road. What's stopping us? Fear? No. On the contrary, the road beckons, fascinates, carries away into the distance... no Doubt? No. Everything has already been decided. Memories? No. They dropped pieces of shadows that distort their shapes beyond recognition, and cling to them is stupid.
What keeps us on the threshold? That gives us a light heart to go?
Yes ghir knows!
But coming to grips with long ago made a selection sometimes it helps just slammed behind the door...

Of course, my friends immediately noticed, but pointedly ignored, not coming and stopped at my approach. Alas, if so I was hoping to Express public criticism, the great society miscalculated.

With him I had a good time even married.

So, according to etiquette, when meeting with the Ruler of Dagevi I had: 1) bent in prostration, 2) to call his full name and titles, 3) wait for the question, 4) your name and the purpose of arrival 5) to praise the heavens for what they gave me this light moment of the meeting, 6) to promise to behave and 7) humbly ask permission to stay in Dogie until you get sick of me. And, scattering in expressions of gratitude (even if you get a kick in the ass), to give another nod, and a ceremonial handing scroll.
Instead, I allowed him sweaty horse without permission familiarly switched to "you" and threw the stupid questions, I forgot his full name and admitted that he did not want to remember. In General, worse than ever.

When you want, and then die, without any help - first will be a farewell note write, take a shower, get changed, and indeed, maybe even ten times will change your mind.

On minstrels and chroniclers cannot rely either forget or it'll disgrace that would be better forgotten.

- You're a grown, intelligent woman!
"Neither one nor the other, nor the third", I thought.

I'll still be with him, and he with me, and that there is some death! even marriage do us part...

The first furious anger at Lena (damn you, bastard!) replaced by a normal (well, wait a minute, are you me!), then the anxiety (and suddenly really fail?), then the real panic (and suddenly failed?!).

- And you can... fly? I asked a long time I am concerned about.
The gods have endowed man with sense of humor.
- Looking where to jump.

I would say that aspen?
- Arshinov ten treated.
- The wind or against?
- Across.

(... but we, exchanging glances, unanimously decided to consider tucked under her hoof bitches finger of fate...)
As the branch, the finger was very clumsy. Plus, gleefully bulging in the middle.

- Oh gods, Volha when you Wake up a grown woman?
- Are you so stopping her snoring?

... Girls, girls, women, old women and ancient ruins sent vampire kisses, throwing bouquets of late asters and ribbons of KOs. Succumbing to the madness, I threw Lena a half-eaten pie.