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- Not much.

In the dark, I dream of a world cold and quiet.

How often we cry - you and I -
Over his miserable life!
Oh, if you knew, friends,
The cold and darkness of the days to come!

- Why did you fall? Why did you want to become a person?
- You don't understand?
- Nope! We are a bunch of wretched assholes: we eat, defecate, rush, coward!
- Not only. There is loyalty, mercy, love...
- Pain!
- Chocolate cake.
- Guilt!
- Sex.
- I have nothing to cover here.
- No, you're right, Dean... So many feelings, not too noble... You know, I would give everything not to go back there, that's it!
- What are they worth, these feelings?
- I don't want to be an angel.
- What are you saying?! You are strong, perfect, you never doubt yourself, god forbid, nothing!
- Perfection... like marble statues, cold, no choice, only obedience! Dean, do you know how many angels have been honored to see God? How many are there?
- Everything?
- There are four of them! And I'm not one of them.
- Total? Then how do you know He is?
- We take it for granted, and if we don't, we get killed. I have been on Earth for two thousand years, just watching silently, invisibly, in wanderings... I missed home, waiting for an order from an unknown father to at least understand something.

Anna Urbanova walked in silence, stubborn and angry. Hurry to get there. She knew everything: how cramped and difficult life is and how helpless a person is in it. The widow knew how to wash, cook, cook, mend clothes, clean the room. She took good care of the children. But poverty is not only hunger and cold, as the rich think. The Urban family did not know hunger yet; even during the war, Anna got everything she needed in the village. Poverty is also a feeling of some kind of tightness, depression. Life is difficult, you are eternally bound, there are obstacles in everything, you have to pay for everything, for every most insignificant deviation from the accepted way of life.

Unbreakable circle.

When you feel that from some side you are blown by the north wind, any heat seems many times more beautiful and necessary. than it really is.

You've probably never fallen under the ice on a frozen creek. Here's how it goes.
1. You are cold. It's so cold that the Department of Temperature Assessment and Regulation, upon learning of this, declares: "No, it's you without us, we pass," hangs up a sign "Lunch" and puts all the responsibility on..
2. The department of pain and reaction to it, which, having received abracadabra from the temperature department, in which nothing understands ("Is it our business?"), begins to press all the buttons in a row, causing you strange sensations and connecting to work..
3. Department of confusion and panic, where there is always someone who is ready on the first call to come to the phone. In this department, they are just waiting to get to work. Everyone knows that the Department of Confusion and Panic loves to press buttons.

My hands were frozen to such an extent that now they even seemed warm.

I want to go to the other side again. (Where are you)

The cold chained us to passion,
But also in the midday sweat,-
It's like Shadow looking for you!

“My eyes are much higher,” the girl said without any expression, exactly following John's movements. The journalist's remark made him smile: she hinted so subtly that he was forbidden to look into the neckline of her dress.
“You leave no chance for your admirers,” Lugo said, looking up. - For many men, rings on ladies' fingers are just an adornment, but hanging on a chain will be more serious. It's like a stop sign. If others who attended this celebration only pretend to be inaccessible and indifferent to acquaintance with a certain subtext, thereby trying to fill themselves up and interest themselves, you don't have to pretend - I see coldness in your eyes, even, it seems, my fingertips , in contact with your skin, go numb from your indifference to this kind of topic. It makes you desirable.
They, looking into each other's eyes as opponents studying their opponent, made a circle in a dance.
- Really? - complete indifference sounded in Nikki's intonation.
- I think that girls are too accessible, not only in terms of sex, but in terms of permissiveness, and if you add excessive stickiness, they only repel guys. We need to feel like a hunter. When a dead mouse is lying near your feet, which agrees to everything and at the same time considers itself a wild panther, it looks pathetic. Wretched, ”Lugo spoke every word clearly. - In addition, such girls by their behavior provoke the fact that they are used, in principle, there is a similar category of guys. Such people are used for their own purposes, often intimate, but I would never associate my life with a girl who at the very first meeting jumped into my bed, allowing me to do whatever I want with herself. Can you guess why?
- Because she can jump into another's bed with the same ease? Liebert suggested.
- Exactly. Why do I need a Sharing Girl? - said the birthday boy, circling with Nikki in a dance and not paying attention to the others. - Therefore, against the general background, you look regal. Not because you supposedly turn up your nose, but because you know your worth. You understand what you need and you won’t be exchanged for a small coin. Even here you came for some of your goals.
- Why did you decide that? - this time there was a slight interest.
- Why do they come to such events? Lugo nodded toward the bar. - Over there, the desire of many becomes especially clear: to find someone for themselves. Who exactly - this is already of secondary importance. Many ladies from the audience, as soon as I beckon them with my hand, will rush to my neck, not because they like me especially, but from an elementary calculation: a man who is able to organize such a party has some money in his pocket.
“And they are rather big,” Liebert said.
“Yes,” John didn’t deny. - Some are looking for a sponsor, others are sexual adventures, but they all stand out very clearly from the crowd, no matter how much they want to hide it. After observing them a little or exchanging a couple of phrases - that's all. You already know who came and why. Look and body language betray them. Your body signals that you are not looking for a lover or sponsor.
- Maybe I came just to have fun? - said the girl, turning on its axis, slightly touching Lugo's hand, which he held above her head.
“You are too serious for a person who came to dance,” the man objected, drawing Nikki to him again and entering a new dance circle with her.
- Perhaps I'm a good actress?
- No, Nikki, you are not playing. Otherwise, they would have already launched a female weapon of incredible power - coquetry.
- Yes, and you, as I understand it, are not trying to achieve something from the points that have been voiced, - said the journalist. - Otherwise they would not have spoken to me so openly.
- It seemed to me that you are one of those women who love truthfulness and straightforwardness. Am I wrong, Miss Liebert?
- Do we know you? the girl asked warily.
- Rather, it is a one-sided acquaintance. Or rather, even with your work. I read the last articles that you wrote - I want to say that you have the gift of expressing your thoughts and observations. Even then I thought it was nice to be with you and talk to you. Thank you for coming to my birthday today and allowing you to personally verify the veracity of my assumption, - the music died down, and Lugo, completing their dance, made a bow. “And thank you for our dance, Nikki.
He straightened up and, stepping closer to her so that she would surely hear him, added:
- I feel pride in you. Perfectly. This means that you will not grovel in front of the strong and will not sell out to the one who pays the most. I understand such things ... I wish you to continue to be as you are now.
- Thank you ... - said the journalist. - I want to wish ...
But she could not finish: Lugo raised his finger to her lips and, shaking his head, quietly stretched out:
- Shhhhhh ... I already have everything. And I don't need anything else. Perhaps I would like to be closer to you ... but someone else managed to win your heart. Even if I try to get you, it will get you nowhere. You even never they didn't try to flirt with me. I even envy that lucky man whose ring you have on your neck. I hope he is worthy of you. And you know, taking this opportunity, I want to tell you one secret, which is hardly such, purely because of male solidarity towards your chosen one: the wrong women - selfish, stupid conversations, boring and monotonous - squeeze men out like an orange in a juicer. Correct - invigorate like matins dew! Stay "correct" from now on.
John, just like at the very beginning, took Nikki's hand and, kissing the back of her hand and making a bow, went into the crowd.

The vault is blue so clean
In the slot of clouds,
Soon the last sheet
In the distance will carry the Cover.
Gently caresses the ear
Festive ringing of churches,
In the fingers of trembling hands -
The cold of autumn days
The Sun Will Gild
Crowns and domes
If the soul hurts,
So she's alive.

Sitting Neptune, that is, Poseidon.
10 bottles of vodka stroking hands.
Serious. Thinking with whom to roll?
A French ship is sailing. Oh, people drinking, mine.
He sank the ship, and one under his arm.
He says: I have 10 bottles of burning mixture.
How much will you drink?
Well, 5, and with a good snack from the seabed, they say, lobster and stuff, then 7.
I have 10 daughters. How much will you master?
Well, 5, and under Viagra 7. Although Viagra does not fit with alcohol. Under the sildenafil I will insert the eighth.
No, you don't suit me, drowned.
A month passes. There is a ship under the American flag. Thinks, ***, 50 five-pointed white stars. Steeply. I don't have one. A star is not a pi? It's only cold.
Oh, cowboys! Drowned, one under the arm.
How much will you drink? Well, 7, and with a good fish your snack from the sea day, then 9.
I have 10 daughters. How much will you master? Well, 7, under Viagra 9.
No, I can't, that one of my daughters remained not satisfied, you do not suit me, drowned.
Again, a month passes. A Georgian vessel is on the horizon. Drowned, saved one.
How much will you drink? I have 10 bottles of vodka.
11 no questions asked.
So I only have ten. And I always have one with me.
Oh, I'm starting to like you.
Listen, I have 10 daughters. How much will you cover?
11 no questions asked.
So I only have ten daughters.
And I'm starting to like you.