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The strangeness in Peredonov's behavior worried Khripach more and more day by day. He consulted with the school doctor to see if Peredonov had gone mad. The doctor laughingly replied that Peredonov had nothing to get away with, but was simply fooling out of stupidity.

generous forgiveness.

Aunt Feride sleeps across the hallway. She is an intelligent, educated woman, studied at the university, she has a creative nature. If only she could find at least some integrity. She's so sensitive, it's very unusual and gorgeous, but sometimes it's very scary. She never has solid ground under her feet, because anything can happen at any time. She doesn't know what it's like to feel life as something continuous and safe. Everything is at all times, it is surrounded by fragments of reality, they pray that it unites them, resist any idea of unity. Again and again, Aunt Feride dreams of a lover. She wants to be loved in her entirety, accepting even her countless fears, oddities, and pathologies. She needs a lover who will adore absolutely everything in her. Aunt Ferida does not need a lover who would love her light side and shun her dark side. She needs a person who would stay with her in grief, and in joy, in madness and in mental health. Perhaps, she thinks, that is why it is more difficult for crazy people to have an affair - not because they do not have all the houses, but because few are ready to meet several personalities in one person at once.

- Not afraid of Rico, but afraid of your own reflection? Alison crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a pitying look. - Strange, confused child. Are you like that from birth or did your parents try?

Love is irrational, it does strange things to us.

Don't look for the perfect person - that's an illusion. The main thing is that there is a person nearby who understands you, loves your oddities and will not leave you because of mistakes.

About the strangeness of the world. Anyone who loves to read history sees that there is no strangeness at all. The world is always like this. This is, and, apparently, it will be. Unfortunately or fortunately, this is the case.

I wasn't quite normal myself. From early childhood, I felt something strange in myself. I felt like I was doomed to be a murderer, a bank robber, a saint, a rapist, a monk, a hermit.

- I never would have thought that I would fight you shoulder to shoulder. It's just... so weird?
- Just don't tell anyone about it in school, okay?

Do you shift the arrows to others, just not to take the blame on yourself, as I do?

There is a time in the senses when even the strangest behavior seems reasonable.

Seeing space through your eyes.

Cats are one of those animals that easily climb up, but never go down the same way. For two days this type excited the whole yard. Saved by Tanya. At the risk of life. Climbed up a tree. This parasite climbed even higher. She swayed like a pear. She was his tail - he tore her jacket on her chest, scratched, hands, face, neck. I dusted myself off, and climbed up again! These are the bastards up there.

In different cultures, similar customs and melodies appear, and this is strangely encouraging, as is the fact that all over the world in moments of hardship we swing in the arms of our dear people.