Character: Edgar

- He died.
- Surprisingly not the same.
Where strength it took to live so long?

So the idea of enemies to learn, we tear their hearts -
The more paper.

Who sees how other fate oppressed,
The trouble probably will take.
The only one to suffer - you think:
Killing all, destiny with you in the struggle,
But it's easier to endure suffering for us,
When trouble comes to friends.
Now not serious I have no shame, no pain,
When the grief overwhelmed the king.

The poor man last,
Cast out, humbled by fate,
Lives with hope, unmoved by fear:
The fate of the variability of scary happy
The unfortunate well - the least.

The evil spirit drove him, through the fire, through the flames, the swirls and puddles in the bogs and swamps; he had to put the knives under the pillow, the ropes on the bench, the rat poison into the soup; incited him to ride a Bay racehorse through a four-inch bridges behind his own shadow as a traitor.

I was thinking
To accept such a miserable, pathetic,
In some people for reasons of poverty,
Contemptuously likening them
Cattle: the person I get dirty with mud,
Will UserEcho hair.

What anguish the soul of any slain,
Be persistent force times.

No one in the hour of his departure during the period of his coming into the world.

- Why should I listen to you? You're sick! You're sitting on a million medications!
I was defending our country.
- Oh, come on. You protected the business interests of villains.
- Jimmy, our country is the business interests of the villains.

Revenge is a good thing, but only if you have nothing left but revenge...

First from his place rose Svetlana. Came to Zebulun. Stood a second, looking him in the face. Edgar suddenly realized, with a sinking heart that now the magician will hit the MAG. But she only said something to him. He turned and abruptly left.
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- I'm sorry... and that Svetlana said to Zabulon?
The Inquisitor must have good hearing. - On vampire face appeared a crooked grin. - Yes, almost anything. I would call it a curse, but the Light and curse do not know how... She said, "Let no one ever will love you."
Edgar nodded. Shrugged and said:
And it is not necessary.

Is the black pawn hates white people? No. Especially if the pawns stared each other in the forehead and quietly drink a beer.

- Holy? - grinned Edgar. Why are they Holy? They are soldiers.
- You know, Sometimes I think even the soldiers must remain first and foremost people. And people must be something sacred in the soul.
- First, you need to have a soul. And then Holy.

- Please, put the rifle on the ground.
- Well, you're dreaming! Get her only over my dead body!
- The proposal is acceptable.