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Wonderful charm takes the soul in gentle captivity.

Improved quarantine like life, has solved the problem of supply, there is the obsession to buy up the remnants of toilet paper or grains, surprisingly quickly found a common language with children. And business functioning of digital communication to effectively organize teamwork via the Internet. God forbid now, not to be captured of the disease, in those percentages, which can't handle it.

I'll be your light
In this impenetrable darkness.
Give you all the answers
In the gloomy darkness.
Hold my hand tight
Fall I will not give you.
Mind you, I shoot accurately
All that is you I'll give.
You're standing in the dark
All in thought..
What if I'm not saved?
Dive into your shadow, and think
Who else would you have saved?
Yes, sometimes I make you sad
But you still remain with the light.
So tell me something let me..
I'll share my secret.
We will get through this together.
Won't let you I go.
It is the duty of my love and honor
Razomnem we are not our ways.
Rain taps the Windows
And you all lie with the owner..
The curtains are closed tight,
Look, but you do not sleep..
Switch finally your filter
Dive into the new colors to the world.
Get what you need per mile
Get on start and run.
What do you see?
Zipping through the galaxy, do you see yourself?
Last you and what now?
Pressing anger? Or anger?
The world lives this anger
He feeds on the anger of the people.
So don't let him capture you.
Banish the anger with your light and the light of their own shadows.
Yes, look down.
She was less sand..
Light will be shed on the world
Leave unnecessary anguish.
Before you were smiling,
But now became increasingly sad.
That hand that gently touched me,
Froze. Want her to go?
You lie in bed with tears..
What it could be?
The digits on the clock became zeroes..
You who dared to cause pain?
Like all last day.
You don't know where to go..
I'll be your light.
More than your dark shadow.
In "this" dimension you want to go?
First saw you on the moon.
And I was on the next star.
Stay with me every day
Blowing a black wind.
Rather.. my heat put.
If you're in the dark - don't be afraid.
I'll be there always.
In my heart rather to take refuge.
Even if the world says is impossible.
These masks. All false..
They know about respect?
So much angst ... what a pity.
That they are experts in humiliation..
Almost spring has come..
Really brutal winter is gone?
I was afraid to open my eyes
And see among the crowd..
It was not her.
Stay with me still.
In part, you were right..
He didn't even want to fight back.
And rolled down your cheeks tears..
I can be for you anyone.
Just don't disappear in the sky..
Senesi filter. Willingly.
Do not see the fear in his eyes.
Even if the sea will rise the storm ...
I'll be there for you.
Even if covered with a wave..
I will protect as if hit thunder..
The clock began again to zero.
Can breathe and sleep.
I'll take the last pain..
You are my light. This is the essence.

We are all by nature prisoners of intermittent consciousness.

I welcome thrall of femininity and tenderness yours!

- Stealth never leads to any good. For example, when my grandpa was going to hunt for Napoleon, they took with them a bucket of kerosene. One has only to sprinkle a little kerosene on the tail of Napoleon as he surrenders.
- Yes?
- Yeah. But one day, so he decided to catch the tiger. And anybody did not tell.

I don't want to be a prisoner of his feelings.

Beren did not know what would be glad to enter, as now, to become a stranger's house or find a pile of stones and charred logs. Well, getting Andis prisoner, not the grave, but he would be happy - albeit in other people's dirty paws, but she would live! - whether wish her dead.

- And if I on something hot will fall?
Beren closed eyelids, as if remembering. Memories were difficult: the lips of the Prince shrank from the wings of the nose to the corners of the mouth was cut wrinkles.
First, he said, after a pause. - Die. Think about yourself like you're already dead. Today and start. There will be no fear, no desire to preserve life. For we all from birth are doomed to death and the day of her arrival means nothing.
Second: hate. Let him live in you only hate because her spirit is strong, but the flesh is weak. Remember: the only way to revenge is to keep his secret.
Third: shut up. Games with the executioners - a dangerous thing, not for you. Mouth and soul firmly shut. Will allow you to break one word - is stretched and everything else. And none of them believe. Will promise life, promise a reward, it was all a lie.

- Surrender and we will let you live! Give up! Grab it!
- I'd rather die than give myself to you in captivity.

The more valuable the prisoner, and guarded.

Kandahari, kandahari...
We now are called so.
For three days all become elders
And learned what life was about.
The walls are white, cool,
And at the Zenith of the sun disk.
Here laws are all different
Go next to the death risk.
The hum of the mother plane
Dreams dreams at night.
Hard was the work,
All was difficult for us.
All around strange faces,
Only stone and sand.
It is useless to fight, to fight,
Step will step - in temple.
Heart caught by a bird
Gets in the cage at the breast,
And imagining a summer lightning
The edge of a green homeland.

Go back to the platform, we saw that the tire blew out. Apparently, caught on a splinter of shell or bomb. Like a plane with us in collusion entered. We got a real opportunity again to ask the airport to put the spare on. Chance introduced on 16 August. It was Friday, the day Muslims when they, as we joked, only "I talibanise": ate, prayed, slept, Yes.

Who really tried to get us is the President of Tatarstan Mintimer Shaimiev. Sent different negotiators, once almost agreed on the release, but at the last minute everything fell through. Offered to swap us Trucks, helicopters, aircraft parts, even the ransom money collected - more than two million dollars in cash... But the Taliban have stuffed the price we for them were a trump card. Who of them knew before? And so the world heard that in Afghanistan there is a movement of former students, graduates of madrassas.