the city [Theme] Page 4

The city knew about the darkness. He knew about the darkness that comes when the earth turns to the sun on the other side, and about the darkness of the human soul. The city is a combination of three parts, more than just parts. The city is the people who live in it; they are buildings erected for life or for business; this is his land.

Left without husbands.

Sitting in his room, he controlled the movements of his devotees throughout the world. Sitting in his room, Baba called his devotees to him at any moment from anywhere in the world, and sitting in his room, he sent his workers even to the most remote corners of the planet. Of course, Baba was God Himself. In his formless state, he is the core of the entire universe, but in physical form, he needed a permanent home. This abode was not a specific country or state, not a city, and not even an address in a city. It wasn't even a house at a specific address, but just one room in whatever house he lived in. The simplicity of Baba's lifestyle was simply breathtaking.

- Yes, that's right. But not now, Revy. Someday, someday...

Russia without a village is not Russia. Yes, we have chosen the path followed by the so-called civilized world. We should act more carefully, but we - immediately: we do not want to lag behind. We want out of our skin. But the city is the surface of life, and the village is the depth, the roots. People came from there, bringing with them fresh voices, fresh feelings. No matter how many reservoirs we build, we like to drink spring water.

If you rejected communism, why the hell do you still have nothing of your own?

Rats have played a significant role in the history of Ankh-Morpork. Shortly before the patrician came to power, there was a terrible infestation of rats in the city, and as a method of struggle, the city council offered to pay twenty pence for each rat's tail. For a week or two, the number of rats actually dropped, but then people with rat tails began to line up in huge lines, the city treasury was empty, and everyone was just chasing rats. Which were still swarming everywhere. Lord Vetinari listened carefully to the explanation of the problem and solved it with a single memorable phrase that spoke a lot about himself, about the stupidity of the reward idea, and about the innate instincts of true Ankh-Morporks. "Tax the rat farms," said the patrician.

- Is it better to die? Then die alone. There is no need to endanger other people because of your selfishness.

Sparks fly out - and these are our lives with you.

Paris is a dangerous city. It changes the essence of every person.

I turn my eyes to God and begin to live ...

Here people are boundlessly kind and sunny - without them everything would be different. For the first time, waking up in that apartment, which would have seemed too stuffy and cramped to you, from someone else's noise under the window, the sonorous voice of a girl from the first floor or children's laughter, I did not experience the usual irritation.

For unkempt market breakups

Soon our city will be a little safer.