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Good". I stroked my cheek, comforting with gentle words, like a little one - how pathetic it is - but finally my breathing returned to normal.

You can’t invent excuses for the king, as for neighbors: sheep, arable land, milk or water, you had to saddle a gray mare and set off.

They were crying because they felt how immensely, infinitely happy they were, but still they did not understand why there was so much grief from which they were crying. And they cried about the eternal doom of the human race, that time goes against our will, that we are inextricably alone, that we will part with friends and friends will betray us, and we will betray them, that love will pass anyway, that we will never know freedom, that we are weak and do not understand anything in this world, that eternal beauty does not include us within its limits, that our dreams will come true or fade away, and deeds will turn out to be unnecessary, that we were born against our will, we will live life according to the will of Truth , which is indifferent to us, and we will not leave of our own free will, that we are tormented by fear, that the future is hidden from us, that there is no truth in the world, and there is no God in heaven, that sea water is salty, and the earth is not edible, which we always lose more than we find that someone has power over us, although a hundred times meaner than us, that joy is fleeting, and pain has no end, that we will never see everything in the world, that we will not be able to tell everything about ourselves that nothing is visible in complete darkness, and the bright light blinds us that we are tired and no one it doesn’t matter about us that we are to blame for someone else’s evil, but someone is still better than us, that there is little heat, that there are no longer sailing ships, and we don’t know how to ride horses, that our dreams are no longer what they were in childhood, and the Mother of God has such a sad face that sooner or later we will die anyway, and we will be burned or buried in the ground.

I will not kiss - with the executioner!

As water returns to its usual course, so his soul again longed for suffering.

And that means that Grads will fly in like flocks of rooks...

Free from death itself.

There is no happiness for sluggards - remember the proverb: Early

You say that we have agreed. You and I cannot agree, because we are different. Even if I forget about it, you will not forget. People like you don't forget. For example, what you said behind our back at the wedding: "Thieves and hooligans have gathered here." Who are they, commissar, show me them. You don't know them, you just judge them. Not only you, but everyone is used to this: as soon as you see the poor, you immediately hide your property, even if the young, even the old, will not even necessarily be gypsies, even if there are napkins and water in your hands, even a band-aid, without turning around, you immediately run away from such people. And what have we done? Well, you do not know and do not even want to know them. Your prejudices are enough and we can't change them. You call bad those who are not like you. What's easier, commissar? Change us or change your thinking. At least come, get to know us, get to know us better, can't you? What do you say? But no, you can't, because you don't come. And if we come, you will run away. You look, but you do not know how to see our good intentions. Right? What do you see when you look at us?

The Caspian Sea lacks water! It is choking with thirst! The sea, which for thousands of years has fed and clothed entire nations, today appeals to people with hope. A huge sea can turn into a small salt lake; There are already such examples. Salt Lake Chad in Africa was once, like our Caspian Sea, a majestic sea. Yes, my young friends, the Caspian is crying out for help, and we must help it...

The water that our branches suck up is the blood of the earth, the tears of the victims, the ink of the truth that needs to be acknowledged. People, especially victors, who create annals of history with a pen in their hands, tend to erase rather than document. And we, the plants, have to collect everything untold and undesirable. Like a cat curling up on its favorite pillow, the tree wraps its roots around the remnants of truth.

Remember: reality should not make you want to hide in your room under the bed, it should feel like velvet to you. Such a wonderful Viennese morning that smells of phenomenal pastries, and grass, and freshness in summer, and silence, and no one, and birds, and such water - blue-blue, transparent-transparent. And everything sparkles. And so quiet. And then you enter this water, and it hugs you. And she's holding you. This is how reality should feel to you. Here it is just like oil flows around you. Don't hide from reality under the bed. Synchronize with the world.

Let's go together to meet cheerful May.

He died for us, contrary to nature.