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People. You are so nostalgic for the past.

Everywhere disgusting or bestiality,
and son of a gun on gun,
and a strange feeling of orphanhood -
longing for a dead idea.

You can be proud of even an egg mayonnaise with green peas. Because then, despite all the hideousness, but still thought about people, thinking about calories...

- Um, Fuck! Can't sweetheart. I'm sorry, but... the Only way to Express how wonderful you have a paste.
- Calm down Joe, or Frank.
It's so yummy that you know the Facts as good. Know it as a compliment. So delicious, better than in new York.
- I'm happy without Pakovich compliments. Your memory, dear. It is a Spanish tomatoes, they don't even aroma.
PA you have a disease of Altheimer?
- Nostalgia compensates for the lack of taste and stimulates the brain, creating what is not.
- Okay, you know what you're cooking, Atasnye! What is the matter with you? I'm trying mom to make you a compliment, and you are Takovou all this scientific nonsense.

The problem with these tunes was that they were too nostalgic. If now she for the fun of singing "Lived-were the old men, and they were poor," a song revived so many forgotten feelings that almost caused tears. If Demelza sang "I Plucked a rose for his beloved", she was inspired by memories of Trenwith house and that first Christmas. And so on. Music, considered Demelza, this is probably a long process, just like life, when you take off old skin as soon as you receive the new one. But every tune seemed to take root in a specific event or feeling from the past.

There was a time when I have time and no worries.
And happy to have friends, not when there is income.
And if locked the house, then a day of death.
We are the generation sasasasa a "Hand Up".

The person should wash their brains,so that the cockroaches do not abuse the thought.

Nostalgia is fine, but won't help you escape from the present.

Nostalgia is the desire indescribable. The object of desire exists, not only words to describe it.

On the North shore,
Where the wind, breathing the surf,
Flying over the ridge of the dunes
Bloom if you like used
Rose, this year?

When I was a kid, the whole world was full of magic.
When I was a child, the whole world was full of magic.

I have long and not without astonishment see around a wave of nostalgia for our recent past. Of course, understand the desire of people to make life durable and reliable, so there would be no depreciation of money, an obscene wealth of business lads and begging seniors... But, nostalgic for Soviet times, we somehow forget about what it was to live in a tightly closed space, separated from the rest of the world wall lies. The space in which you can at any time take men in civilian clothes, and you will be gone forever and nobody even dare to ask - what happened to you. My mom told me about the pre-war issue in her school. Someone from high school was a prank. And all three of the graduating class right from prom was taken by state security organs. Those who survived, returned from the camps many years later. Songs remaining from "Nautilus" - a reminder to all of us; a reminder and a warning: if we want that to happen again. This is what hurt the heart Ilya Kormiltsev. And now that he's no longer with us, who will now be on duty at the bell?

Creativity for many is the excitement,inspiration,meaning of life and despite spending its frenzied energy,power-these people are unshakable in their infinite possibilities.

Eh you understand, foreign countries,
Me in my madness?..
After all, it is Youth of fog
Me waving a white sleeve!..
Last whisper vaccinated,
From St. Petersburg only one
I am left with only this
Matchbox Lapshin...