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and this taste will not be forgotten by many!

Have you ever killed a person? Have any of your friends been killed? Have you seen how limbs are torn off from the explosion? Or have you heard bones break? Smell the rotting flesh? Have you watched your relatives being buried under the rubble of the house? Have you seen how the flesh of your relatives is smeared on the walls? Or tried to eat tree bark from wild hunger? Have you met those who called the enemies - non-humans to justify the murders? Those who were traumatized by the war, those who sobbed to the point of nausea with remorse, those who could not stand it and decided to commit suicide? It looks like you were never taught what war is at school.

He thought about confession. The Church's machine slowly turned, turning all the little sins and sins into one endless, heavenly symphony of evil - an evil that the church finally began to associate with social conditions. But in the confessional, invisibly, like the smell of velvet, there was another evil - thoughtless, senseless, which he could not forgive.

I don't like the smell of school: like raw pizza plus sadness.

The beautiful qualities of a person are like the scent of lilacs. Enchanting, delighting, filling the soul with tenderness and childish faith that everything will be fine. It is the smell of spring and hope. When you meet a brave, intelligent and at the same time kind, merciful person, the same feelings arise. Each of us has his own soul flavor, unique and wonderful. The main thing is not to interrupt him with the wrong actions and other worldly rot.

I'm exhausted. And I melt, I melt, I melt - in a dream ...!

- I killed the wolves so they wouldn't kill you. They eat people, they don't care about berries and bushes. They can smell the smell of blood and death in the air. They know we're hurt, they smell...

There used to be trout in the mountain river. It was seen how the fish stand in the amber water, and the current slowly shakes their fins with trembling white edges. The fish left the smell of mud on their hands. Smooth, muscular, tense. On the backs - intricate patterns. Maps of the emerging world. Maps and intricate labyrinths. That which cannot be brought back. And never fix it. In the deep depressions where the fish hid, everything breathed antiquity and taiga. And humanity was just taking its first steps...

Loneliness smells like mold, and you can smell this smell from a kilometer away.

If life had a smell, it would certainly smell like linden!

“I have learned to deal with neglect. Now, I close my eyes as she hugs and kisses me. I imagine your hands, your lips, I try to smell you. Am I cheating on her?"

The smell of fire is like a native to me, it is like a travel companion to the house.

If we don't take out the garbage in time, the brain will have a disgusting information smell, so let's keep the brain clean.

Science and medicines change over the years, but pharmacy smell is eternal, like matter. Our grandfathers sniffed it, and grandchildren will sniff it.