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And Autumn dreams of a beautiful sunset.

The sun was just setting towards the horizon. You know what the sun looks like at the end of a hot August day, orange and somehow flattened, as if an invisible hand is pressing it from above and it is about to burst, like a blood-drunk mosquito, spilling the contents of its stomach across the entire horizon. In the east, where the sky had already darkened, thunder rumbled. But it never rained that night, only darkness enveloped the city like a thick, hot blanket.

Thus, in heraldry, the color black, called “sand” on the coat of arms of a common nobleman, is designated by the word “Saturn” on the prince’s coat of arms and the word “diamond” on the coat of arms of a peer. Diamond dust, starry night - this is what black is for the happy.

When all the people except you disappear in the whole world, you will continue to create if I leave you the materials and say that new people will someday come to the newly primitive world. They will come and, in order to keep warm and prepare food, they will begin to burn all the books, notes and canvases that they find. Will you continue to create now, knowing that no one will appreciate it, but you won’t die of hunger and will survive the cold night, using the ashes of your self-expression?

A sleepless night is the best time to fill the hyena of your own soul with fire.

Autumn came abruptly this year. For one day. Overnight. Like an impressionist artist, she created a masterpiece with her palette knife in a few hours, applying bright strokes to the trees and grass. I painted stars of asters and late dahlias. She painted armfuls of fragrant, bitterly sad chrysanthemums with bright strokes. I drew the smells of cool freshness. She covered her entire masterpiece with a veil of fog... She made it home...

And I tell you: love me all night long. Boy.

- I saw Mowgli among the monkeys. He asked me to tell you about this. I was watching. They took him across the river, to the city of the monkeys, to the Cold Lairs. Maybe they will stay there overnight, ten nights, or only part of the night. I asked the bats to watch them in the dark. I fulfilled the assignment given to me. Happy hunting to all of you down there!

Death is man's first good night.

The first bad news... three-quarters of Americans prefer TV over marital sex. The second terrible news: yesterday in Dallas, some kids needed money for crack and they stabbed an 80-year-old old woman on Euclid Avenue. Here's an ordinary night in an ordinary American city. Multiply by a hundred cities and what happens? A country where culture is all about action movies and porn... where bribes have become the norm, where scammers, whores and junkies thrive. Hey people, this is hell knows what, not a country! It's rotten to the ground and it's time to deal with it somehow.

Will not God protect His chosen ones who cry out to Him day and night, although He is slow to defend them.

My best friend and I had these breakups in the same week. All of a sudden, both of us were left with just “me.” We didn't kiss our loved ones at night. We didn't wait for a call at the end of the evening to talk about how the day went. We got used to the fact that it takes only a fraction of a second for two people to be alone.

Strogoff: I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding, Svetlana. The war has begun, the jokes are over. [screeching, walks away]

But even they come down every night