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I love deadlines. I love the whistling, which they, like the wind, rushing past.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

As always in Russia, the appointed time there was nothing ready...

Everything has a shelf life. Spoiled fish, spoiled sausage, spoiled even plastic. Is there anything that never goes bad?

Everything has its time and prepared to rush it is not necessary.

Human life is not, in fact, neither long nor short, as in essence that is what she is and serves as a scale by which we measure all other time.

I had time to time. But then late.

The term more or less, as long as not erased our trail name is immortality.

- Time was running out, so I decided, well, to take this thing myself.
- To steal, or what?
- I will not dispute terminology...

Don't torture your heart you are a self-immolation,
And enough to surrender to hardship.
Not worth the life to summarize.
It is written. Everything done in time.

Cannot be considered as an urgent matter, which never ceases to be urgent in a year.

Death always knows exactly who and when she should take... each of us has its time and its purpose stay on earth.

And every atom of happiness
Has their time in advance...

- You didn't, you just extended. Funny, just 2 weeks!
- For 2 weeks?.. Yes, these 2 weeks for me... like 2 centuries! As 2 of the eternity!.. I can hardly wait for the next day... You know how I've waited for this? As I was ready to climb to the firmament and with his own hands, burning to ashes the palm of your hand, push the frozen sun that soon rolled over the edge of the earth!.. I thought, no - not days! - I thought the heart beats, between them crawled the era. And you say 2 weeks.