cold [Theme]
Don't stand naked on May days!
Let us comprehend the game of God's Providence!
But the raging waves are colder...
- Yes, I am sure!
She was tied to the moon by long tangled threads of fate, blood and eternity. The moon enveloped her. Gave me coldness and peace. The moon revealed to her an absolute, perfect night, full of shining darkness, without dawn. She moved like a woman who knew a secret and wanted to share it with only one person who was ready to walk the same path. Until the end,” said the vampire. “I looked at her, but she was no longer mine. Not in this life.
It's unlikely to get worse here. Leave and run, run!
Weren't you taught to approach battles with a cool head?
There is only now and today. Silence and tranquility of this day..
Snow remains forever.
- Oh, yes, he’s a snake! - Theodore screwed up.
He was ready to shiver from the cold himself, if only this cold would freeze someone else. Being evil is a luxury. A man who is reputed to be poor, and is in fact poor, has only one treasure, which he will not give up for any other; this treasure is his malice. It's all about the satisfaction you get from playing a nasty trick on someone. This joy is more valuable than any money. The worse for the victim, the better for the joker. Catesby, Guy Fawkes' accomplice in the Papist gunpowder plot, said: "I wouldn't for a million pounds sterling give up the joy of seeing Parliament fly into the air."
The Russians fight to the end.
Quote Explanation: January 8, 2023.
The most enduring creature in the world is man! What only he did not have to overcome: hunger, cold, illness, loneliness!... The beast dies - the man lives! Especially the Russian people!... What tests of strength did not fall to the lot of the Russian people! Slavery, invasions, natural disasters, epidemics, wars... The Russian people have not been in the hands of any political adventurers! The whole history of the Russian people is an endless struggle for life, for survival...
She leafs through a book, cools her tea.
Try to undress me without touching the body, but tearing off all the silks and heavy jewelry from the soul. Start with a light train of subtle lies, sliding your fingers along the fragile vertebrae of despair, exposing the shoulders and the line of sharp honey collarbones, smelling of bitter wormwood. Reach for the garters of a rebellious temper to kiss sweet peace from every inch of skin. Watch how the light fabrics of beloved freedom, arrogance and selfishness fall at your feet. Undress me, greedily biting into the most secluded corners of consciousness, and then skillfully touch the soul. Hands on thin bends, taking in indestructible captivity. Dress me in tenderness, and leave the cold to the icebergs.
