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But no one had yet been able to get to the bottom of what was most captivating in it: it was the mysterious ability of the soul to perceive in life only what once attracted and tormented in childhood, at that time when the soul’s sense of smell is unmistakable; look for the funny and touching; to constantly feel unbearable, tender pity for a creature living helplessly and miserably, to feel, a thousand miles away, how in some Sicily a thin-legged donkey with a shaggy belly is being roughly beaten. When she actually met the offended creature, there was a feeling of a legendary eclipse, when an inexplicable night sets in, and ashes fly, and blood appears on the walls - and it seemed that if now - right now - you don’t help, you won’t be able to stop someone else’s torment , the existence of which in such a world conducive to happiness is impossible to explain, she herself will suffocate, die, her heart will not stand it. And therefore she lived in constant secret excitement, constantly anticipating a new hobby or a new pity, and they said about her that she adores dogs and is always ready to lend money - and listening to petty rumors, she felt like in childhood, during that game when you leave the room, and others invent various opinions about you. And among the players, among those to whom she came out after being in the next room (where you sit, waiting to be called, and honestly hum something, so as not to overhear, or open a random book, and, like a released spring, it jumps out a piece of a novel, the end of an incomprehensible conversation), among these people, whose opinion it was necessary to guess, there was now a man, rather silent, heavy on his feet, completely unknown what he thought about her.
- Sorry no. You see, I'm starting to like you, and if I go for a walk with you, it will go even further and in the end it will all end in love. At first everything will be fine. But someday the day will come and thunder will strike - bang! You will call me a “crazy egoist”, you will tear out your hair and scream that you don’t want to see me anymore. And I'll be left with a broken heart! I don't need that kind of happiness!
...or not wake up at all... but simply wrap yourself up, wrap yourself up, pull it over your nose, so that you can breathe heavily, but it’s impossible to open up... until night falls again and the images come to life...
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!
Quote Explanation: Illustrator M. Miturich-Khlebnikov.
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.
Quote Explanation: Gospel of Luke (18:7)
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.
