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The sleepy, traditional, stuffy Street Of Kentigern - Gardena was a natural haven for a very special category of the rich: Russian and Arab oligarchs lived here, the heads of giant corporations, plying between city apartments and country estates.

Starched collars.

I don't have to play by your rules.

It was October, and the sun was piercing the tight cool air with honey. Mom walked next to her in a plaid coat, and rustling a paper bag. It smelled of vanilla, autumn, wind. It smells like it when something good is about to happen and you're waiting for a miracle at any moment.
So now it seemed to me that with each step the sky becomes higher, the street is wider, the sounds are louder and more cheerful.

black stocking.

Address: Prodolnaya street, former Transverse.

Why do single people like to walk at night? For many, this is a mystery, but the answer is simple: at night the streets are empty and no one needs you, as well as during the day. But at night you can find an excuse for this - everyone is asleep. And in the afternoon what to do? To go, to see how lovers coo, how parents run after children. Like someone running to work. These are terrible, but at the same time ordinary pictures of every metropolis. Therefore, it is better like a cat, a killer to go out at night. Walking slowly through the previously busy streets, but now dead, like your soul. Dark, like the blood that flowed through the veins of your victims. It's both pleasure and pain.
Now far after midnight, the streets are empty, only fine snow with raindrops hit the asphalt. Parking the car on the corner of Piccadilly, the Italian slowly walked through the dark city, which was illuminated by lanterns. She had headphones in her ears, freddie Mercury's pleasant voice soothing her soul. Icy hands were in their pockets and the streets were empty.
At night, the city seems to have died, although who knows what happens at night in people's bedrooms? Who knows, maybe in that off window lies on the bed some person, emitting a spirit, and with him sit his children, grandchildren. They sit and wait. But they are not waiting for a doctor, not for helping him. People are greedy by nature - they are waiting for their money. Maybe somewhere on the other end of foggy Albion in agony was born a new life? Maybe some teenage girl in one of the high-rise buildings quietly cried into the pillow so as not to wake her parents, because the heart experienced the first torment. The flour of first love. Maybe now at this very moment some guy was sitting in a social network trying to write a classmate a declaration of love, but was afraid that he would be laughed at. And someone at the same time saves someone's life. Maybe knowing that this person is going to die. But he doesn't back down. Believes. Maybe right now some person, whether it's an adult or, conversely, a teenager. Loner. Wolf. Creates a "left page" on some site based on his favorite novel. Could be... He believes that in this way he will be saved from the loneliness that burns through his childish soul. Or a naive soul. Maybe he will be lucky, and he will not be alone. Maybe he will find his family online. And if not? What will happen to this person? Will he be able to come to terms with the emptiness of life or, on the contrary, burying pain, he will sit on drugs, cigarettes. He will slowly die, like the rest of us. Who knows, maybe in the other side of the planet now someone is in a hurry to work. Someone laughs at someone else's trouble. Some classmate breaks the psyche of a classmate. Who knows what might be now.
But it is the night that is the mistress of the world. It is the night that rules the lives of wolves. It is the night that gives space to dream. It is the night that destroys us. It's night. Here it is - a cold street of the night foggy Albion. Here it is - a kind smile, which we give out during the day. Here it is - life. And no music, whether it's the Beatles or Queen... nothing will save you from loneliness. In a noisy metropolis. In huge London.

Franz Werthfollen, “A Sudden Guide to Working with People. Naples"

We know that we will be advised when we have already been answered repeatedly: you will grow, understand and understand. In this case, the child has to go independently by trial and error or the street will teach.

- So, should be treated. I'll give you naplavlenie and you will bring fetchko me VA Jaza in Neely.
Where?
- Outside Mikogo.
- Kajkowo is where? You have that underground room?
- Why povolny office? What povolny office? It's the clinic.
Well, I understand the clinic. The clinic is located on the street...
Street someone.
- The street has a name?
- Has. Maxim...
- Gorky.
- Ah, Bitter.
- Properly, the street of the writer Maxim Koi-to-go!

This is the street. And she is very cruel. I had remembered this from his childhood days in Adenau. You can release the main enemy of his life that he loses the fight in the Palace, you can feel sorry for the enemy on the battlefield, but if you're trying to kill on the street, then you need to kill in response. As quickly as possible and without mercy. Otherwise the wounded dragons will find you and finish what is not finished.

I heart new currently looking for
And now
One wandered
The streets deaf. ..
I do not know their names!

Nobody knows where you're going
nobody cares where you've been.
'Cause you belong to the city
you belong to the night
Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon light.
You were born in the city
concrete under your feet
It's in your moves
it's in your blood:
You're a man of the streets.




No one knows where you go
Nobody cares where you've been.
Because you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon light.
You were born in the city
The concrete under my feet
It's in your movements,
It's in your blood
You are a man of the street.

- Want to go to London. Imagine: night, fog, lights, narrow street, the cab knocks the wheels on the cobbles...
- Where did you get such a vision?
In seventh grade I read "Notes about Sherlock Holmes".
- You don't want to go there. Spoil such a beautiful picture.