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Wherever you go, you have to go through mud.

Sometimes learning to be the best version of yourself takes a lot of plodding through the mud. No beauty. No rhythm. No "step by step" or coherent recipes. Just dirt.

- Witch ... Witch ... - voices rustled in the crowd - so familiar that Lara was covered with goosebumps.

I want to kill everyone for a long time!

And choke on love.

There are two types of people: one looks at the ground and sees dirt, and the other looks at the sky and sees the stars.

Child, this is your poem.

The reddish moon finally breaks through the mud on the east side of the Dome and bathes everything in bloody light. It's the end of October, and in Chester's Mill October is the most heartless month, mixing memory with desire. There are no flowers on this dead earth. No flowers, no trees, no grass. The moon looks at utter devastation, because there is practically nothing else to look at.

Often the main characters go over the heads for their own benefit. And how many are ready to throw mud at a person just because they didn’t like him for something.

Walking is about exploring surfaces and textures with your fingers, toes and - phew! - language; it is to stand still and watch who or what passes and passes by; it is to experience different modes of locomotion (among them running, stepping, kicking, jumping, running away, falling hard, spinning around on one's own axis, and shuffling noisily). This is archeology: examine a piece of a discarded candy wrapper; collect pebbles, twigs and a torn corner of a book cover in the palm of your hand; smear dirt on the ground. It is to stop to listen to the whisper of the wind in the leaves of the trees; determine the source of bird trills; and point your finger at it. Look! - the hand is extended so that your companion can see what you see. This is the time to share what you see.

So be the first person to listen to someone else's advice. You are like those stupid boys who want to see the war with their own eyes, although their fathers told them that it was dirt and nonsense.

True cleanliness is not about not climbing into the mud - true cleanliness is about walking through the mud and not forgetting to wash.

Be the world...

Yes. I learned the art of singing in the squares. I learned to dance in the streets. You wanted to disrupt my concert yesterday. You tried to trample me into the dirt. But you didn't succeed. I believe in myself, and this brought me my first success. I'll show you what I can do. You will come one day and ask me to leave my autograph, but not on paper, but on your lips. And I'll think about whether to bring you this joy.