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Without a purpose to do what I do not want.

It sparkled in the heights, in Vyshny Volochek.

And the delicate taste of raspberry on the lips.

You know that many stars are no more, and their light flies to us through the void. The big star is bigger than our sun and it doesn't exist... Emptiness.

Do not think that if you look into a puddle for a long time, the stars reflected in it will converge.

So it was, so it is and so it will be!

With those who left and who will come.

It was worth stopping at that moment and leaving the last part of the tumor intact, but I wanted to proudly say that I cut out the tumor completely. There are never any residual tumors in the postoperative pictures that neurosurgical stars show when they speak at conferences. As I began to remove the last piece of the tumor, I severed a tiny, pin-thick perforating branch from the basilar artery. A thin trickle of bright red arterial blood shot up, the damage to the brain stem was severe. As a result, the patient never woke up after the operation. Because of this, seven years later, I saw him in a nursing home. I learned two lessons that day. First: there is no need to perform an operation that a more experienced surgeon refused. Second: you need to treat reports at conferences with healthy skepticism.

The brain is a mystery of nature, which seems to me no less great than the stars in the night sky and the entire universe around us.

Fusun, you created me anew, I love you more than anything in the world, I love you more than life, but I, my only wounded, I don’t have enough strength even for myself, I don’t have enough strength to protect you from myself. I took this path yesterday to make you happy, but while I was flying I broke your wings. I don't know what happiness is, Fusun, but fear learned what it is by seeing it in your eyes. I feel like a worm in love with a flower and eating its petals. I'm far away, my only one. Where my love won't hurt you. Where I can love you without hurting you or hurting you. You call me wild

and hear how the car added gas

I sincerely congratulate all Women on the holiday and I want to say that the holiday is us! Where there is a woman, there is always tenderness, warmth, kindness and beauty nearby. We are always girls: young, naive and looking with faith in tomorrow. We are flowers: Roses, Lilies, Orchids, Daisies... We are stars, bright, near and far... We give inspiration to the world. After all, more than one soul of a poet, musician, writer, artist was touched by our Women's soul! And let not only this, but also in each of the lived days, we did not forget about ourselves and carried to the world worthy our calling of a Woman!

But we will not falter, not now!

Sleep, Empire, in peace!