divination [Theme] Page 1

She learned to guess and, after drinking coffee, overturned the Cup, giving the coffee grounds to drain, then looked at her. Readings of coffee grounds she was compared with the paintings of their dreams, connecting them mentally to highlight the curve of fate.
- Quite often lose something, will, - with a sigh, she said, after divination.
Readings of coffee grounds, secured by the dreams really came true, because in life something always happens.

Time destroys granite castles
And covers towns with sand?
But for those cards in the hands of the Gypsy
Don't matter year.
Heart is thrilled by the fortune-teller
And at all intersections of the earth,
Facial expressions not changing
The noble lie kings.

Happiness in life will predict the fortune telling,
And the unexpected blow of fate
The house Treasury with the way far,
And love to Board coffin.
Old cards will spread out like a fan
On scarf with frayed edges
And suddenly the Gypsy herself believe
Noble kings.

Finally an old black woman could afford what for so long dreamed of - idleness. All day long sat by the window, the shade and fanned his fat face with a fan made of ostrich feathers. Walked around the room just to hear the jingle of her beads and bracelets. Sometimes wondered, asking the spirits of Orishas, will prevent anything of her happiness. Cowrie shells for weeks was silent, until he predicted the betrayal.

You go to grandma's guess
And say: "and suddenly will help."
Pockets gonna get
All those who wants to fool.
Yet one thing you do not understand:
He waits, he longs to meet.
He believes that he will find
You come out of the "adverbs".

Women often wonder, but we, Gypsies, are able. If you have the talent, why would they not earn?

Who knows the future, he is weak. Who knows the future, he lives in fear.

Well, it's still not Buckingham Palace, but Phony alley. Phony from the word... well, you understand. And in this case everything is made clear. "Guessing 100%" means at random, that is, from the bulldozer that has been done. What do you think?

- The fortune tellers - its strength...
- Oh, what is there power? I have such power is full, so if that - anyway qualified to remove the damage, evil eye, cut off even energy tail.
- Certainly - with the next payday.

To the deck of cards predicted the future? - Pieces of cardboard smeared with garish colors, crudely painted pictures - did they not realize how absurd such an assumption? Even from an aesthetic point of view, the maps do not represent absolutely nothing. And that is so important sentences dictated by such cheap hand-made articles?

Sisters are not guessing. Because they say only the truth, and the truth people do not want to listen. True - thing is bad, it makes people feel bad, and at other times they will not come. I lie how the water pours, you tell them what they want to hear. So the bread in this house, I earn one.

Wondering if the man trusts his life not a reptile in the same way as the patient trusts his life to a scalpel, and the surgeon.

Basil took from his pocket a penknife, cut the broken tank of thin birch twig and he turned to Elen, began to pick off the leaves, carefully pronouncing words in Polish:
- Koch... love... the... chanoe He paused, then laughed and asked: who?
Not HCA me... Just as I would say, still on the birch't guess, you need acacia.

- Show me your hands.
If you want to read my future?
- Your past.