scandal [Theme]
Ev is not without words, it is not çaqqalsız.
It is impossible to create a scandal. if no one answers you, this rule works at any age, from five years old to eighty-five.
When it's loud there's always a scandal!
Quarrels between parents in front of a child deal crushing blows to the personal status of all participants in the scandal. If mom yells at dad, and dad yells at mom, then the child draws conclusions about both dad and mom, and these conclusions are not in favor of the parents. If parents treat each other with disrespect, then the child will not respect them either, and both of them, there will be no gain for anyone.
Don't talk to me about love, it's a scandal!
Typically, narcissists throw insults at you and wait for a reaction. For example they say: You
Every person attacks a scandal; this is a characteristic of every person.
Quote Explanation: To the teacher.
Who needs the kind of love that breeds jealousy, scandal, and hardship instead of joy and relief?
A person is a scandal, which, no matter how much you think, you can’t forget!
Never have sex after a scandal. This only increases the opposition!
Are you saying I'm not white? What a scandal! Are you implying that I'm not white? Why didn't you tell me this before, you, my own sister?!
• Give women attention - she will give you her tenderness.
Scandals have a tendency to never be forgotten. For the time being, they gather dust on old shelves, until someone dares to behave as if nothing bad had happened.
With the development of science, the world generally becomes less religious, so that temples are empty in many countries. But even here we have a special path. Despite the huge number of abandoned and crumbling churches, not a month passes without a new scandal flaring up somewhere. So that people do not come out to defend their park, their square, the courtyard of their house from the construction of another church. And today I would like to draw your attention to the fact that temples, amazing in terms of architecture, are literally disappearing under our noses. They are scattered all over Russia and nobody needs them. When I see the ruins of yet another forgotten temple, it reminds me of a huge whale that washed ashore. The once beautiful and strong animal is slowly dying. It asks for help, but it is no longer possible to help it.
Everything froze around. Even the scandal that suddenly broke out in the cafe did not break the silence. From somewhere in the blink of an eye, a policeman appeared, several Algerians were gesticulating fervently, a girl was vilifying everything in the world, newspaper boys were running down the street screaming. Only Clerfe and Lillian sat in silence, it seemed as if they had sunk in glass suits to the bottom of an unfamiliar and restless lake; they felt no desire and were full of love.
