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The earth in the moonlight was entirely mesquite and wasteland. It swelled, it became huge and rusty, it melted and rolled until the morning star intervened and the dew began to fly through our windows, and we all raced.

CLOSE CONNECTION
To see if everything in the world is in close connection,
Like gears in a clockwork movement:
Potholes on the road are smoothed under the wheel,
In the darkness there are diamonds sparkling in the light,
From the bowels of the hot keys beat and gases come out,
From heaven to earth drops of steam fall by rain,
Plant dust kamenets, becoming coal,
And lotus, all snow-white, flowers grow out of mud...
NEAR AND FAR
Before the immense sky, the Earth is only a small grain of sand,
And, like fluff, clouds float over it;
With the moment of eternity, countless centuries sweep by,
The very thread of our life is like a thin web!
From the mountain, a wide and low-lying path - that narrow path,
And the meadow is blooming - that is no more than a copper piglet ...
And at the hour of the night again from the distant in the sky far away
The star is huge affably sparkling like a dewdew!

You will survive. And thanks to your sacrifice, we will also survive.

This is Trevor Galt from Nova, formerly from the United Peacekeeping Republics. If you hear this, then we somehow know each other. Maybe we fought together. Or, what the hell is not joking, fought against each other.
We will soon lose Penarch. It's clear as day. As soon as The Penarch disappears, there will be only one star left - Solus. The last star in the universe. And we will have nowhere to escape.
This is my call to all who can still fight. I urge you to forget about strife and past grievances, territorial claims and other. I ask you to put all this in the past and face the danger that threatens us today. Governments think we have a lid. They're getting ready to languish in darkness, but that's a one-way trip. Maybe they're right. But I believe that there is another way - forward! And you and I will walk on it together.
Here's what I want to say... Rendane betrayed us. You can't think of a worse situation. We are few, we have fewer weapons, and we are cornered. But I've been through too much to die in the darkness. I will fight for all that is left. And I urge you to fight with me - all who will become shoulder to shoulder with me to save the Last Star.
Our time has come.

WITHOUT A TRACE
Overhead, it happens, the sky sometimes
As if he is furrowing angrily, and then menacingly lead:
Somewhere a solid veil, there the edge lightens,
Clouds pile up there like big blocks of ice,
That dissolve soon without a trace, -
So from dawn to dawn, until it gets dark everywhere...
And the night is voiceless and clear, the blizzard does not wind,
And not a single star in the sky fluctuates!

Heart beam of silver excitement
Above the expanse of the ine rises,
And, trembling, the crystal of prayers sounds,
And, sprinkled with foam, floats.
He's swimming... moaning overhand
The ice of the star from the abyss he beckons ...
Dalek in the rest of the proud
A star is sleeping... the star shines and sleeps.

Always rule me as you do now.

Quote in English

A star covered in gossip may lose its light

One star above us...
I know I'm tightly attached to her!
You refused me everything, and yet
I owe you all, beloved.

Sitting Neptune, that is, Poseidon.
10 bottles of vodka stroking hands.
Serious. Thinking with whom to roll?
A French ship is sailing. Oh, people drinking, mine.
He sank the ship, and one under his arm.
He says: I have 10 bottles of burning mixture.
How much will you drink?
Well, 5, and with a good snack from the seabed, they say, lobster and stuff, then 7.
I have 10 daughters. How much will you master?
Well, 5, and under Viagra 7. Although Viagra does not fit with alcohol. Under the sildenafil I will insert the eighth.
No, you don't suit me, drowned.
A month passes. There is a ship under the American flag. Thinks, ***, 50 five-pointed white stars. Steeply. I don't have one. A star is not a pi? It's only cold.
Oh, cowboys! Drowned, one under the arm.
How much will you drink? Well, 7, and with a good fish your snack from the sea day, then 9.
I have 10 daughters. How much will you master? Well, 7, under Viagra 9.
No, I can't, that one of my daughters remained not satisfied, you do not suit me, drowned.
Again, a month passes. A Georgian vessel is on the horizon. Drowned, saved one.
How much will you drink? I have 10 bottles of vodka.
11 no questions asked.
So I only have ten. And I always have one with me.
Oh, I'm starting to like you.
Listen, I have 10 daughters. How much will you cover?
11 no questions asked.
So I only have ten daughters.
And I'm starting to like you.

But blink, night star!

The gossip-strewn star ceases to shine

I stood in front of your Zeus for several hours, Phidias. I saw an emerald shimmer in the depths of his eyes - this is a way of thinking, I saw blue reflections on his lips - so the words of heavenly purity shine from his lips. I saw sparks of gold and green on his eyebrows and in his beard - as if they had our sweet earthly dew on them at sunrise. On his hands are red streaks of pure gold: living blood flows there. His cheeks are white, and this whiteness is from extreme concern for the fate of the human world. He does not sit, leaning back on the back of the throne, like arrogant tyrants or tired kings sit - he leaned forward slightly, he listens to those standing in front of him, he is full of sympathy. Behind him is blackness for uncreated stars. However, one star in the distance has already been born, it flickers faintly - this is the hope that your Zeus gives to everyone who stands before him with silent prayer.