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- Sir, puppies and pugs are also dying.

Why do I risk my life in the name of someone else’s people? There are no foreign peoples. Honor does not lie in a century of vile life, it lies in a moment of worthy death.

If I were really that smart, I wouldn't have died.

For my parents, death was a natural and unwanted result of poor skin care. If you stop using scrubs, you will go downhill and die.

For shading whiteness.

Some people judge people by the style of their lives, and others by the style of their death.

Death has not forgotten about anyone yet.

Quote in English

And the last song has its end.

And death from old age is accompanied by grief and deep sadness, although it is inevitable. Oh, if only this could be changed! I wish I could live for centuries! Or better yet, not die at all!

- Yes. It happens that a person holds a face, and no one knows what is going on in his soul.

Death is the worst thing that can happen to us, for it is our main sorrow, and at the same time the best, since it is also the end of all sorrows.

You see, a person leaves almost no traces of himself. You are born into the world, you try to do something, without knowing why, but you still continue your attempts; Having been born at the same time as many other people, you are connected to them, and therefore, when you try to move your arm or leg, you seem to be pulling strings, but the strings are tied to the arms and legs of everyone else, and they are all also trying to pull them and also don’t know why, they only know that all the strings are tangled and interfere with each other, just as if five or six people were trying to weave a carpet on one loom, and each would like to weave his own pattern into it, but you know that this does not matter no meaning, otherwise those who created this machine would have arranged everything much better, and yet it cannot but matter - after all, you continue your attempts, in any case you should continue them, and then suddenly it turns out that everything is over, and from you are left with just a block of stone on which something is scratched, unless, of course, someone bothered to put this marble up and scratch something on it, and now the rain pours on it and the sun shines, and soon no one remembers a name , what these scratches mean, and it doesn't matter either.

- I am satisfied with this arrangement.