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Today gathered an armful of
Fallen autumn songs.
The apartment is dark and chilly.
Under the sky - the whole world is verbal
Under the sky - light and empty,
Under the sky - shout and laugh.
Yesterday all seemed sad,
And tomorrow I'll be happy.

I see no reason to retire until you have so much fun.

- We missed you in the tavern. Percival broke sir Brannis wrist.
- It was fun.
- Sir Brannis not really.

- Are we celebrating? Today was a disaster. And we were lucky.
- That's it. And when people are lucky, they celebrate.
- We're celebrating? Today was a disaster, and we got lucky.
- You're right. But when you get lucky, you celebrate.

- Not for you to decide for me or not, a big monkey, piano grinned and showed language.
Now one little hedgehog will debates! - I accompanied Shilov. It's better than being drenched in red wine, or worse, to assess the forehead of the fortress of the bottle, not drink.
- Who is the hedgehog? I? - frowned and went on the attack. So play along, damn female logic high. Stopped at the last step. Well, it's sweet, pleased smile seemed weird flesh-eating, hedgehog - and monkey - sweet couple!

Weird holidays. Something gave me the chills from all this merriment.

- Oh, it'll be fun, Blake!
Well at least you won't be bored. Even when we know who will win.

Always fun to sadness, and Vice versa.

Have fun, but don't cry,
I beg you, because tears don't suit you.

The game ceases to be fun if no one's life at risk.

Some people have fun, part sad... People choose something one!

Many remember the gospel parable about a man who has been unusually rich harvest. He also apparently lived well, but this time, due to the specific abundance of the harvest, began to think, what to do with such wealth. And decided - no more, no less - how to break down his old barns, build new and then heal as it should. Eat, say, drink, and be merry, my soul, only you fully [1]!
Very eloquently said! Really what only dreams of people throughout history? About how to achieve such scientific and technical progress, when you can do nothing, only eat, drink and be merry. Happiness then, seems to be achieved. But the end of the eternal dreams of the wealthy?
With him is that what he (and we?) did not think and did not want to think. God says the court about him: "Mad! This night thy soul shall be required of thee" (LK. 12. 19). Not just to say: you will die (and that would be scary), but will take (in Church Slavonic stronger estatut) thy soul. And it's not even a short period of time (this night), which separated the thoughts and dreams of a rich man from the moment when his soul stagnoli from the body. This moment each of us can be measured in different period of time: hours, days, months, years. But in any case they are all MiG. Because each of us is well aware that his previous life has passed like a dream - no matter how old is he now - 20, 50, 70... Time is a strange, strange thing it seems, and there it is - and at the same time not. No wonder even the ancient Greek sages said: the past does not exist, since it is already gone, this is not, as it is the elusive moment of the future because it has not yet come. What is there that will come to us for a moment of earthly life?
Alas, the verdict of the gospel rich man: istiot thy soul, - is pronounced upon all those who whole meaning of his life, sees only to eat, drink and be merry.

If in the world of hustle
On the road all pleasures
You're fun will not find
Joy is waiting for you one:
To drop a tear do a very drunk man!

- Young man, don't you think brandy cheerless. You could us something to drink paradeta.
And Pobediteley.
- With a hint that this OPA-OPA-OPA-OPA.