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- Patience. Mind manipulation is already an inexact science. First you need to make sure that these two
It goes without saying that children are inferior to adults.
In a big city, where there are so many houses and people that not everyone can secure even a small space for a garden, and where most residents therefore have to be content with indoor flowers in pots, there lived two poor children, but they had a garden larger than a flower pot.
Let's say I believe that I have love. God sends me a poor man in order to test my love. If I have, for example, two watches: one is good and the other is a little damaged, and I give the damaged ones to the poor man, then this means that my love is second-class. If I have true love, then I give a good watch to the poor man. The state when you keep both old and new and don’t give anything at all is hellish.
Your soul and body, divided in two, will belong to me as a single whole.
Break into two, they will say: two legs, two arms, why not four?
Quote Explanation: Illustrator Tatyana Kozmina.
But we will never be close again.
Sometimes two people can say more to each other in one glance than in their entire lives.
No matter how you look at it, it was a blinding train wreck, a collision between two people who didn't know how to give up on each other once and for all. I thought (and almost every cell in my brain was at attention, waiting) that he would leave her. So I opened the doors for him that I swore never to open. I laid out my complexes on the table, like playing cards. I pretended that I was the only one. But - no, I never planned to be that other girl.
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When two people lose faith in each other, everything ends.
Somewhere out there, far away, inspired, she flies to her date, beautiful, with a magical glow on her face in love. And on a completely different side of the planet, two such seemingly native people hold hands, cry and look into each other's tired eyes, say goodbye. Because there are no more wings behind their backs that would raise them to dreams. Someone drinks tea in their small empty apartment, biting with loneliness. And someone is building a house together, dreams and thoughts of a happy old age and cheerful grandchildren. This is life, so different, unique, but so painfully beautiful. To go through trials, to be tormented, to fill bumps and, with terrifying pangs of conscience, to slap others in the face, to take off and fall and take off again. To meet her, the one and only. Love.
We hung our legs down and away we go...
We hung our legs down and away we go...
They killed him.
Quote Explanation: Eleventh letter. [Shibboleth, shibboleth (“ear” or “flow”) is a biblical expression, figuratively denoting a characteristic speech feature by which a group of people (in particular, an ethnic group) can be identified, a kind of “speech password” that unconsciously gives out a person, for whose language is non-native. Since the 20th century, Ukrainians have been using the word “palyanytsya” as a shibboleth in relation to Russians (it reads [palyanytsya], a round loaf of bread). Despite the apparent simplicity of the word, a person who is accustomed to the phonetics and alphabet of the Russian language automatically pronounces it with an accent noticeable to the Ukrainian ear (usually pronouncing [palyanitsa]), and regardless of whether he read it or tries to reproduce it by ear.]
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