Character: The world

The world needs to protect us is terrifying in its brutality and violence.

You can do anything. Including nothing. Up to you. The consequences of your decisions will also fall on you regardless of what you decide.

- What is it? We... and die?
- OKS, a friend, even tried.
- In its death throes.

Don't ask and I won't have to lie.

I love the night. I love the storm and the mud wall of rushing in the face. The horse, again, who has a broken leg and is left behind, branches whipping fiercely in the face during the run, the road, the finder of me and swirling in an endless stream of mud, the wind is merciless, tossing wet hair in the face...

I said that I love nature? Night? The wind in the grass? The leaves in the trees? The road on the ground and quiet, the light of heaven?
Yes? Yes. Yes!
But I didn't say anything about horses, hours ago who has a broken leg, dark thunderclouds, pouring liquid mud, prickly bushes with poisonous flowers, sharply cutting the grass, clinging to legs, no cloak (I forgot!), wet strands of hair that I will tonsure, becoming a magician, strands, climbing into the eyes, nose and mouth, the long-buried pieces of shirts and half of the left leg, remaining undetected by my eye the ravine, about a hungry wolf, stasiukem my latest cake and, in the end, about the ELF WITH the ROAD AND ITS COMPANION the MAGICIAN-the ALCHEMIST!!!

There is a well known reflex run - chase.

Large cities are tightened.

Urban - not rural, they all give thrills!

True say, there are dreams that should come true.

Impossible should be left in the category of impossible.

Love the steppe. See everything to the edge, to the horizon. Me too, but that's not the point. It is enough that it is evident to me. No moment of doubt, no moment of anxiety. You're the one, that's all you need. Do not need words, not your thoughts.

I love the night. The time for me. There's no one around and no need. And the smell... the smell of the night.