the city [Theme] Page 5
Soon our city will be a little safer.
To hell with the numbers, because this is not happiness.
The world, the city, the flow of speed, Everything is accelerating, and eating! Ile organism given term, Reactions deceleration can!? The elements of nature cannot be understood, Though the intellect beats over and over again, We cannot heed the Architect, But the spirit of the strongest does not give up!
Anyone will get tired after spending the day in our house. First of all, because our children are active. Very active! Just incredibly active. Their energy is enough to light up a city the size of Cleveland.
When Aegon objected, saying that Lord Corlis, Lord Laris, and Ser Perkin were friends, the Lord of Winterfell replied that false friends were more dangerous to the king than any other enemy, and that the Serpent, Clubfoot, and Flea only saved him to use and rule Westeros in his name.
Outside the window it is pouring rain, as if wanting to flow in cold jets not only on the windowsill, but also into the soul. Drops drum on the dark glass, distorting the light of neighboring houses, street lamps and passing cars in the bustle. Darkness envelops the city, driving people to large sofas in warm apartments, to small cafes in corners with glasses of wine and conversations, or to the back rows of cinemas with endless films about love, gunfights or the salvation of the universes by brilliant heroes. It is precisely such evenings with memories of the main, joyful and valuable things that we always keep deep in ourselves or even in small frames from the recent past that warm our hearts.
The ghost town's face is smashed, and the bandages that are tied ribbons for memory are all flying around!
My city is not healthy and not young.
And no more, no less.
October is like an aftertaste after a good wine... Summer is long over, but the weather is pampering, the sun is warming, and nature is driving you crazy with its beauty. The city was transformed, the boring streets were suddenly covered with a yellow carpet, the trees changed color, releasing multi-colored gray hair among the foliage, the air smelled of something special, and the heart was filled with some kind of quiet romance - the desire to pour a glass of wine, light candles and dance to your favorite quiet melody. ..
Because it's October again and perfume apples, cookies, a blanket and comfort, and so, day after day, our year is beautifully spun by someone there, from above.
A well-defended city is one that is surrounded by a wall of men, and not a wall of bricks.
No matter what happens, no matter what you say, Moscow is a mother, Moscow is a hometown.
You betrayed me.
In a small town, people look more noticeable and larger, relationships are more visible, you will be recognized and appreciated faster - in a metropolis you go through “misunderstood and unrecognized” to gray hair, but here everything is in plain sight.
