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It must be remembered that at a time when Kronstadt was a few miles from the capital and the royal residence, when treason broke into Sveaborg, when the Baltic region was on fire, when a revolutionary wave spread in Poland and the Caucasus, when all activity in the southern industrial region stopped, when peasant unrest spread, when horror and terror began to reign, the Government had to either withdraw and give way to the revolution, forget that the government is the guardian of the statehood and integrity of the Russian people, or act and defend what was entrusted to it. But, in making the second decision, the Government, in a fatal way, brought accusations upon itself. Striking the revolution, the Government, of course, could not but hurt private interests. At that time, the Government set itself one goal - to preserve those covenants, those foundations, the beginnings of which were laid as the basis for the reforms of Emperor Nicholas II. Fighting with exceptional means, at exceptional times, the Government led and brought the country into the Second Duma. I must declare and would like my statement to be heard far beyond the walls of this assembly, that here, by the will of the Monarch, there are neither judges nor accused, that these benches (pointing to the ministers' places) are not the docks of the defendants - these are the places of the Government. For our actions at this historic moment, actions that should lead not to mutual struggle, but to the good of our homeland, we, just like you, will give an answer to history. […] In those countries where certain legal norms have not yet been developed, the center of gravity, the center of power lies not in institutions, but in people. People, gentlemen, tend to make mistakes, and get carried away, and abuse power. May these abuses be exposed, may they be judged and condemned. But the Government must have a different attitude towards attacks that lead to the creation of a mood in the atmosphere in which open action must be prepared; these attacks are calculated to cause in the Government, in power, paralysis of will and thought. All of them come down to two words addressed to the authorities: “hands up”. To these words, gentlemen, the Government, with complete calmness, with the consciousness of its rightness, can only answer with two words: "You will not intimidate"!

Crimson dawn.

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And no matter how much I wanted to believe that there is truth behind illusions, I finally realized that there is no truth behind illusions. Because between “reality” on the one hand and the point at which reality and reason converge, there is a certain intermediate zone, an iridescent edge where beauty comes to life, where two completely different surfaces merge, are captured and give us something that life cannot give us : in this very space all art, all magic exists. And - I bet that's all love. Or, to be more precise, the intermediate zone shows us the fundamental paradox of love. Close up: A freckled hand on a black coat, an origami frog flopped to one side. A step back - and again an immortal illusion creeps in: about life is greater than life. And between them - the gap - is Pippa herself, she is both love and non-love, she is here and not here. Photos on the wall, a crumpled sock under the sofa. The moment when I reached out to remove the fluff from her hair, and she laughed and dodged me. And just as music is an internotic space, just as the stars are beautiful due to the distances between them, just as the sun at a certain angle beats a ray into a raindrop and throws a prism of light into the sky - so is the space in which I exist, where I would like to stay further, is exactly in that middle zone, where despair clashes with the purest otherness and something sublime is born.

Why the Chukchi do not leave their terrible land, in any place they would live better in comparison with their current life and current desires. But they cannot; whatever is possible is happening; only what happens is possible.

Sorrow is a land that no one has a clue about until he has been there himself. We know we can lose a loved one. Getting ready to experience the shock. But we do not expect this shock to be so strong. That grief will really deprive us of our reason, and we will begin to keep my husband's shoes, hoping for his early return. It is also not given to us to know in advance that inescapable feeling of loneliness and emptiness with which from now on we have to wander in search of justification for our own life.

Limb from Latin - "edge", "boundary". Limb is recognized in Catholicism as a place where the souls of people who have not sinned, but also have not taken away original sin, that is, unbaptized, fall.

The first time he saw her topless photo was when he was doing an audit at the store's warehouse. It was so unexpected that he did not even for a second have a desire to jerk off, he was taken aback and, like a schoolboy who turned on porn for the first time, almost jumped off the phone. Putting the phone down on the edge of the table, screen down, Max began to count the boxes of goods.

I believe in my people and believe in my native land!

Nova looked at these evil women in blood and pulled a smile out of the deep hiding place inside her. This is the smile of a girl who was driven to the edge of the world, ready to spread her arms like wings, and then take off or fall.

No man or woman knows the degree of their moral fortitude until they are tested. Thousands of people live their lives with respect only because they have never been brought to the brink.

Let only someone dare
Ask where I come from,
Where is my land, and the homeland is where:
I've never been before.
Space and time are connected.

Happy child! Why do you burn with desire?
To see France pierced by suffering,
Where people live closely; why your fate
Hurry to hand over to the hands of the rowers and the ship,
Say goodbye forever to your favorite tamarin?
Half-dressed, under a ghostly muslin,
Trembling from the cold and blizzard of snow,
You will remember the past and the free land of the native;
And your free torso will be squeezed by the vise of the corset,
You will trade yourself - and for it
In the dens of the city shelter you will found your own,
Coconut trees are looking for in the mist of raw!