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There was no severe pain: although the baby was noisier than us, one was not so depressed - something like a patient, defending himself from an ailment with an attack of fever. When there is not even a fever, it is much more serious.

(From the book "Wandering Above the Clouds")

chauntecleers.

- Roke, do you want water? - Sunset creatures, he shouldn't call raven by name. It shouldn't be here!
"Duke of Épne," Alva winced, "I don't recall us drinking on brudershaft.
"I'm sorry," Robert apologized gratefully, "so you pour it?" I at least want to drink.
"Then ask the colonel," Raven advised. - This water is salty, it is here for beauty. Fresh today has not yet been brought.
- Okay, - Robert realized that he was suffocating- I'll ask now.
Morin stared with surprise at the First Marshal Talygoya, with Berger methodical arrangement on the table of jugs and cups.
- Mr. Commandant, - that's how they do stupid things, useless, unnecessary, ruining themselves and others, - bother to spill water.
"Monsignor," Morin's chin pulled up, "I'm asking for an explanation.
"Here they are," Robert pulled out a gun and put it on the edge of the table. The hatred was cold and heavy, like a frozen boulder. - Pour. To the brim!
Moraine flinched, but the pitcher tilted. Water poured in. A brilliant jet, mockingly gurgling, filled one by one luxurious, fit the king, cups. Alat crystal, darkness, heat, salt... Morin's hands trembled. And good. Very good, just excellent!

Beauties have a special insight on the part of the cardiac heat which they cause.

It's a beautiful day: cold morning, heat
Dazzling Shine herbal carpet.
Nightingale over raskryto rose in the morning, toiling.

The village of Unallo - boring place
Farmers in Unallo - entirely grumpy!
Always have them spreading the dough
Today the cattle and the children are sick.
They have no favorite time of year:
Heat is not good,
Frost is not good.
What in the morning was no weather,
From home they will not go without galoshes.
Mr. Horrow again cold,
Mr. Hilow - sciatica,
Spouses of Adouglas still bad
The old Withered whole body hurts...
All pouting, mad, mad, afraid
And suddenly happen to this problem:
And suddenly all adversity Yes, at once cease,
What to grumble they will become then?!

The heat sometimes becomes a major information occasion. But such idiomatic momentum as a "hot debate" or "hot line", are rapidly losing their metaphors.

Las Vegas therefore called "sin City" - there's also hot as hell.

Heat don't scare me - I'm a sun and sea waves.

The weather in the mountains:
"The sun is the worst of the heat, in the shadows - hellish cold."

Inflamed with rage heat is the enemy of delicate flavors.

Tightly closed mouth
shell marine.
The unbearable heat!

Day - cold, weeks heat.
Down in the South, blooming peonies,
And we have - boots, hoods
And a spoiled weekend.
Days together, weeks apart.
Quietly flowing tears,
On paper fall prose,
If so they wilt.