deceit [Theme]

Before the storm there always comes a moment of calm, when the wind, as if having changed its mind to attack, begins to depict love for family life and comfort. He either flirts with flowering trees, or playfully splashes rain from boring gray clouds. But it is precisely at such moments of feigned playfulness that the wind is most cruel and dangerous. The scariest moment is always the one when you begin to feel that the danger may have already passed and the wind may have changed. This is where the wind shows its true cunning. This is where the trouble comes in.

Penetrating into the insidious plans of the enemy, you involuntarily imbue his treachery. Such a rebirth, alas, is not new - in ancient times it happened more than once.

Both were smart, energetic, ambitious, and they initiated change in each other. Over time, the mind turned into cunning. Energy is an obsession. Ambition became ruthless.

- Lady, - the high priest began his speech coldly, - in those days when you went on an expedition, all hearts were on your side, all mountains and plains were yours, for Amon loved you as his daughter. But Seth the red-eyed put evil in your heart, the treachery of the cat stuck to the pride of the ibis, the cunning of the snake to the kindness of the goose. And like a snake destroying a peach tree, you plotted to destroy Isis, the mother of the young Pharaoh. You ordered to drive her into the wilderness, tying a donkey to the back, like a woman who has violated marital fidelity, although Isis's conscience was clear. And so your people turned away from you and recognized Thutmose as their pharaoh.

- If you feel anger, resentment, shame, guilt, anxiety, then the genie is near.

The poet does not have his own self, he is everything and nothing, he has no character, he equally enjoys light and shadow, everything gives him pleasure - good and bad, sublime and low, poverty and wealth, cunning and nobility.

And again - cunning, glory,
Gold, flattery, all the crown -
Human stupidity,
Hopeless, majestic,
Infinite... Well, the end?

Enemies are strong, their insidiousness is immeasurable,
Defending Against False Accusations
You want to be happier than the Lord,
To whom are you a zealous servant?
He got it in this vile world!

... some peoples boast to others, saying that they are better than others, and there is no end to this dispute, because no one knows for certain what is better here and what is worse here. Some things, of course, are obvious: ignorance, cruelty, deceit, deceit, arrogance cannot beautify any nation.

- They want to kill my best friend! The king framed his leg.
- Oh, is that so? Well, now, sir, You have my world I'll newsmedia. Now I will start to act up. AAAAAA!!!
- Oh, will not, will not, will not!..

Monstrous creatures hiding in the shadows. Insidious. Strong. Hungry. Wait.

People die, the memory remains. Even so.

Mountain, like a tipsy musician
Creates under the bow tokaty, Fugue.
The universe is on edge
Gleefully not fitting into the arc.
The slope of naveivaet rhythm
Love opening and deceit,
When flying in your heart, you open
The madness that leads to the Kingdom.

Self-control combined with guile - what could be worse.