legends [Theme]
Good players win races, great players break records, legends change the course of the game.
History needs legends, desperate deeds and noble examples, fiery speeches, brave heroes and great victories, the victors forget betrayal and cowardice, hypocrisy and blood, the truth remains the truth, and lies become history.
The legends of the phoenix have always attracted the gift of resurrecting after any mistakes made, even seemingly irreversible ones. But we do not hatch from eggs and do not rise from the ashes, there is only one life, and you need to have the wisdom to live it once with dignity, so that someday at the very end you do not wish for a second opportunity, bitterly realizing that the first one has already been missed. In fact, if you think about it, then every morning we have this great power - to start thinking, doing and living better for pride in ourselves, in that very distant “someday” ...
This is the West, sir. When a legend becomes a fact, the legend must be printed.
- The legends are great. But the reality was even more beautiful. They called him Shining
The press dubbed the rapist the Killer Clown. I hated nicknames because they were created for the sole purpose of instilling an air of mystery, and mystery is the foundation of the legend. And when nicknames appeared, the atrocities committed by these bastards turned out to be a halo of glory. You won't have time to look back - articles in magazines, books, television series and even films are already being published about them. But the killers are notorious scoundrels and monsters. They must be locked in dungeons and the keys thrown away. Instead, they get the spotlight and, albeit bad, but fame. This is simply wrong!
Legends appear because someone composes them.
Koschei hid his death well. Koshchey is strong! He is the Last Living Legend of our land.
Come on, brownies and goblin were in the time of the gods. The gods could not be so small! They just left us because we betrayed them. And I understand them... The whole world, Literally, filled with miracles, our ancestors traded for a dude, with a three-day rigor mortis... And they left us. To other lands, or to the depths of ours... But they left. Only Baba Yaga and Koschey the Deathless remained - a pair of shining pearls, from the countless treasures of our past.
According to Indian legends, Jesus Christ escaped death on the cross, and then retired to India, where he died at a ripe old age.
And from myth to legend.
Therefore, there will always be a need for people who can draw mammoths, so that those who do not draw can see it - and they also become less scared. Because you can look at a fictitious, non-existent, but as if real. This is the whole miracle.
All legends have grains of truth.
And the rivers of Egypt turned red, and it was blood.
- They are my friends.
