mystery [Theme]

There is no riddle and she never had one.

Only darkness opens and closes the door to Silent Hill.

The press dubbed the rapist the Killer Clown. I hated nicknames because they were created for the sole purpose of instilling an air of mystery, and mystery is the foundation of the legend. And when nicknames appeared, the atrocities committed by these bastards turned out to be a halo of glory. You won't have time to look back - articles in magazines, books, television series and even films are already being published about them. But the killers are notorious scoundrels and monsters. They must be locked in dungeons and the keys thrown away. Instead, they get the spotlight and, albeit bad, but fame. This is simply wrong!

Femininity... This is translucency, this is a unique fragrance. This is the care that can be given to the strong, but so vulnerable. This is the tenderness of the touch of a word and a look. It is the fragility of the body and the strength of the soul. This is the ability to love and soar in love. This is wisdom. It is warm, like the sun, and mysterious, like the moon. These are gentle sunbeams of velvet laughter. This is love that hides in a shell and opens only to those who have the patience and desire to dive for the coveted pearl.

And my dog is big, beautiful, obedient. He does not love me. We just respect each other. I respect his secret life, I respect the mystery that is characteristic of large dogs that have retained a particle of natural wildness and rebelliousness, but I have no confidence in them. And as soon as some decide to trust the huge guard dogs, they say that, they say, the actions of these animals are downright human, that is, noble and admirable. The dog is dumb and obedient, but having studied us, and understood, and guessed our misery, we should be horrified, alarmed, dumbfounded in the face of the incredible - because our dogs do not go anywhere and remain obedient. Maybe they despise us. Maybe they forgive. Or maybe they are glad that there is no demand from them. We will never know. Maybe they see us as some kind of unfortunate tribe of hunchbacked, lopsided freaks, huge clumsy insects. Not gods at all. Dogs have clearly figured us out and comprehended our nature to the subtlety - only millennia of humility keep them in check. Why is no man afraid of his dog? How long can a wild beast subdue his savagery? People idealize dogs and, at the same time, condescendingly “tolerate” their natural actions - how they bite fleas, bury a rotten bone, wallow in the mud, bark at some tree all night long ... But what do people themselves do - secretly bury any rotten, dig up they hide him again, and they tear his throat under the trees, and they wallow in what ... No. Me and my dog despise them. We took refuge in our special secret life, buried ourselves in the innermost wildness ...

(c) Alexey Borychev

Mystery sooner or later ceases to excite and becomes boring.

People, of course, are very happy, she thought, but individually dooms themselves to misfortune. And that is why she avoided the ostentatious mystery with which some people tried to surround themselves ...

There is a secret melody that fits and is invisibly present in every part of my work. This key will help to complete and expand the work completely.

Famous for its mysteries no less than his creativity, it was a perfect mystery.

- Is she such a mystery?
- More than a mystery she is a mood.
- Moods don't last.
- This is their main charm.

You seem surprised that it exists. He's a riddle for you as for me.

Sixteen is the age of secrets.
16-year-olds have secrets.

I'm a mystery to myself)))