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But how do I get her attention?
- Ask how else to torture assistant.

You know... Your life's a living hell. I'll leave you alone.

In joy you will find it so much torment,
What he is not happy with such happiness.

This housekeeper just some household maniac!

In twenty-three years easier to endure a massacre than a public spanking at sixteen. Wounded pride causes the big meal, and at that age especially.

Not long did you torture your horse.

The point is that conscience torments him just as much as you, but the warriors never reveal their hearts, yet for them it will not make the axe.

Come, Zion. Let us finish this farce.
- Sometimes death is a blessing.

Stumbling block men
What makes the heart beat?
What trembles so?
Me a beautiful dream
You were in it. Right?
Your smell, completely soaked me,
You carry everywhere with him.
Your eyes reflect the remembered happiness
That was given by fate.
Your every way is a mystery.
Your smile hides the pain..
But I find your solution.
I will turn pain into love.
The stumbling block stood in my way..
How can I remove it?
Cut an immortal thread?
No, it's not happening.
You're the air that gives me life.
You are the source of the water, allowing you to get drunk.
Mountains and green hills..
What's your secret?
Tell me.
Hit the waves on the rocks,
Birds cry in the distance.
My heart is made of copper and steel?
Don't keep up tell me!
But your lips closed in.
They were again struck by the cold..
So tell me, what's the secret?
Don't run..
Broken down the eternal hammer..
Plunged the world into darkness.
You start to sink..
It was someone's black coat.
We're not to slip away..
Pass all the circles of hell.
Suffer flour ones..
After all, what joy.
You're not in the dark..
I'll be down in the bowels of Tartarus
Captivating open the door.
And look what you became..
Sounds the devil's trill.
You're currently underweight, closed in itself..
Where is the sparkle of your eye?
Look.
Long I flew.
Through storms. Storm.
And here's my reward.
You've become so weak..
Should I pick you up.
Required!
You become easier to pen.
Your spark is almost extinguished.
Fly with you to heaven.
To be here it's dangerous for us.
Carrying you through the violent wind,
I see you smile.
Your smile on the face
You noticeably warm.
Returns the spark in his eyes.
The sun light sneaks through the darkness.
And the one reflected fear..
In the light of love is broken.
Your cheeks turned pink again.
Lips suffused with scarlet.
We haven't aged a day..
We became a new beginning.
You whisper something to me.
Words.
But I can't hear..
I know what you need.
Water!
And mountains. The sea can hear the ...
We went down to the shore is steep,
Your hand touched the water.
You gave something to the monster.
Suddenly dragged traces.
You began to Shine much better.
Became the new mistress of water.
You're not drowning in a puddle.
Is that a puddle of blood?
You I was grateful.
And now, grateful for everything.
You cured all my wounds.
Cured my heart.
And here is the border between worlds,
Gives your wine.
We're not playing.
You live forever - was meant to be.

Being a woman meant martyred.

Conscience is a terrible thing! No more burning flame, there is no greater hell than burning conscience. remorse is the most terrible and the most painful for a human worm. Those in hell will live eternally, because they will fester the idea that they have lost heavenly blessings for those short years that he lived on the earth.

Unhappy, innocent,
Difficult, laconic.
And again, silent, patient.
What are you, my unhappy?
Sorrows of death and birth -
Had seen everything in his lifetime.
Burned his forgiveness,
Filled from top to bottom.
Blonde with streaks of gray will umaglesi from the face.
Emboldened, cry from frustration.
Serenely faithful to the end...
Russia!

- Did you ever wonder, Death, why you didn't get hurt, but everyone around you wither and rot from spoiling? Is it because you were already marked by the sin of betrayal. And how can you defeat something that's already settled in your heart? You can't stop me, not condemning his soul to eternal torment.
- Then so be it.
- Take my hand again, brother.... [the last words of Absalom, after losing the battle with Death]

After looking at the image in the notebook, I took a deep breath. Maybe I should call early. But we usually postpone calls and messages that we don't like. For example, when you need to report on the progress of work or on the late. In the psychology of losers laid, what about things you need to tell us as late as possible to postpone the anguish and awkwardness for later. As a result, the damage from such actions is amplified many times...