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- OKayushki ... Krutyak. The best sidekick in the world.

- If not me, then who?

- Interesting remark, Your Excellency. Let's think about it all. Together. (points to the assembled townspeople) Can I tell them too? And yet they don't know.

In my dream I see that guy. And he lies already about me. He makes me look like a bastard. And it doesn't cost anything to him. What to do if you don't even trust your own?

Here we live... Day after day, we drink vodka, we fornicate, we cheat, we sell, we betray, we even kill... And we get used to it so much that we lose the feeling of real life, we forget who we are, what we live for.. And then, one day, an event occurs, large or completely insignificant ... And you understand that now or never, you must answer yourself - you are complete shit, or something alive remains in you.

The government cannot be powerless! If it is powerless, then it is not the government, but shit!

As the saying goes, if you stepped on the shit with one foot, don't be afraid to step on the other, it still stinks.

Thirty years from now, when you’re sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on his knee and he asks what you did during the great Second World War, you don’t have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana." It's okay now, you sons of bitches, you know how I feel. I will be proud to lead such great guys into battle anywhere and anytime. It's all.

“Not bullshit, but British Broadcasting Corporation.

Life is not a video, shit happens - you can't rewind.

Good desire in one hand, shit in the other, which one outweighs?

"In short, I understood," Neil said. You've been raised into a superstar, and you've probably had a very, very hard time. You were only seen as a resource, not a person, something completely useless outside the field. Yes, it sounds harsh. Kevin and I are constantly discussing your many complexes, which dad gave you.
- Neil! Kevin strained with a quiet rage in his voice.
Oblivious to him, Neil continued:
- I understand that it is not only you who are to blame for your mental imbalance and boundless megalomania. In addition, it is clear that you are purely physically unable to talk to others like all normal people. However, that doesn't mean we have to listen to all the shit that pours out of you. Pity is, of course, a reason to justify you in many ways, but you exhausted your limit on pity about six insults ago. So please - please - shut up your mouth and don't cling to us.
The crows dropped their jaws at once. Breaking their perfect symmetry, they stared stunned at the Nile.

Well, then deal with your shit! Collect it and put it in your backpack! All the shit - collect it in a heap!
And if you need to put it all somewhere, take it to a store and sell it, or take it to the Museum! I don't care what you do to him! Just deal with it! Deal with your shit!

“Poetic shit is the only thing that kept me afloat.