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And this is a very real story.

Dufsyt has disappeared. You went to the store. I went to the shop. We don't like him, he also went to the store.

For man, God is, first of all, not Light, but a way of fulfilling his desires. Many people go to the temple as if they were going to a store - only when they need something.

There is no good club and no evil club - do you agree? There is just a club. You can pick it up and ward off hooligans pestering a woman in the park. Or you can use it to break a window and rob a store. It's the same with talent. A talented person decides for himself: to use his talent for good or for evil.

A person who does not know how to think is not difficult to define. He explains with eternity as if he went to the store for beer and met an old acquaintance.

Maybe Christmas, he thought, has nothing to do with sales in stores?

- It's not the first time she stole. She got caught the first time.

to hear your voice.

- A list, groceries, a store, garbage ... Not life, but some kind of gastrointestinal tract.

One day I returned to the place where three corpses lay. It was necessary to put the police on a false trail, so I decided to take their heads and move them to the neighboring forest. Three heads - they have already rotted - threw into the bag (he was wearing gloves, a medical mask). And with these three heads, I walked around the city for a long time, went to the store to buy cigarettes and a couple of cans of a cocktail, and rode on the bus with them. Nobody suspected anything. You never know what for three rounds - maybe three cabbages.

Brother... He's three years younger. We grew up with him. There is another brother, but with that our fathers are different, and with this we have common mother and father. When he was beaten, he became disabled (second group). He's not right in the head now. He will come to the store and not remember what to buy. Law enforcement agencies did not find the offenders, although it was not difficult: we all know each other, the city is quite small. Yes, they did not look. I found and punished.

- And grandfather said that we are not counts to carpentry, we will make ends meet.

There is another aspect of the need for freedom and autonomy. Other things being equal, when faced with information that contradicts their beliefs, people seek, if possible, to find counterarguments. In this way they can keep their own opinions from being over-influenced by others and protect their own sense of autonomy.

We all feel despair, all of us who walk down the street, enter or leave a store, with wet shoulders, hunched over, everyone who saw her but pretended not to see her, everyone who frowned, and that’s all (although on this damp day there were not too many of them) who, passing, put their hand into a pocket or purse, we all experience it, she thought, in this vale of tears we feel the weight of the low sky, indifferent rain and damp depths of endless winter, the sour smell of the vestibule , the sulphurous breath of the subway, copper coins, the cold that gets under your clothes and devastates your insides.