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There was only one thing left to change. Excitement prickled under his skin as he removed his contact lenses from his eyes. He blinked, getting used to their absence, and flushed down the toilet. One look in the mirror made his breath get stuck in his throat - the last time Neil saw his natural eye color was more than a year ago and since then he has never got out of bed without putting on lenses before. Cold as ice, the blue seemed only brighter against the black hair and clothes. Neal could not look at this gift from his father with indifference.
You flew out of your nest, but you constantly break your own wings, fall because you cling to your old injuries and resentments. Let them go. And fly already. Fly where you really want. Otherwise, you will remain that little girl who was ready to fall through the ice, if only her parents were there again. Olesya, a choice is always a loss. Choosing one, you will inevitably lose the other. But you can't run away forever. At some point a choice will have to be made.
Quote Explanation: Quote from the history of "Soviet education".
Do not withdraw this happiness.
I set off in the spring, like ice.
love. I think this is a mistake. While a person grows up, his heart can turn into stone, God forbid, into ice. And, in my opinion, love is inspiration, spiritual inspiration that visits everyone. Both old and small. Here you try to be attentive and remember about the heart that worries, that hurts ... and then everything around, believe me, changes.
Quote Explanation: 1983 year.
The Polar Star is burning.
After all, your name has long been stamped on it.
“We are Vikings, and this job is dangerous. Well, who is with me? ... Good, who does not go, look after Hiccup. That's better.
Water with water.
Eternity in which God is.
In the afternoon I am in a wheel of fire, on Halley's Comet, in a chest at the bottom of the deepest sea. I write sheet after sheet, laugh and sigh. I am looking for the only right word for each meaning.
But if - about the perfect evening, it is live jazz, a game in a tricktrack, ice in glasses and long conversations with an equal until the candles burn out.
But if - about the perfect evening, it is live jazz, a game in a tricktrack, ice in glasses and long conversations with an equal until the candles burn out.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Одни говорят: мир умрёт в огне,
Другие твердят про лед
Я долго жил, и кажется мне,
Огонь скорей подойдет.
Но если бы кто-нибудь мне сказал,
что дважды нас гибель ждет,
я не удивился бы. Я узнал,
что ненависть - толще, чем лёд.
И равнодушие холодней
вечных покровов льда.
И если для смерти не хватит огней
Лед сгодится тогда…
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Одни говорят: мир умрёт в огне,
Другие твердят про лед
Я долго жил, и кажется мне,
Огонь скорей подойдет.
Но если бы кто-нибудь мне сказал,
что дважды нас гибель ждет,
я не удивился бы. Я узнал,
что ненависть - толще, чем лёд.
И равнодушие холодней
вечных покровов льда.
И если для смерти не хватит огней
Лед сгодится тогда…
Slides - oh, poor thing!
Always drifting ice.
Heart beam of silver excitement
Above the expanse of the ine rises,
And, trembling, the crystal of prayers sounds,
And, sprinkled with foam, floats.
He's swimming... moaning overhand
The ice of the star from the abyss he beckons ...
Dalek in the rest of the proud
A star is sleeping... the star shines and sleeps.
Above the expanse of the ine rises,
And, trembling, the crystal of prayers sounds,
And, sprinkled with foam, floats.
He's swimming... moaning overhand
The ice of the star from the abyss he beckons ...
Dalek in the rest of the proud
A star is sleeping... the star shines and sleeps.
