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I'm not a baby.

And wait, no matter what!

The one who betrayed love is heartless. The one who betrayed a friend is stupid. And the one who betrayed his homeland is spineless.

In the desert, the hot, harmful wind continued to play with the sand. Sefer was going through hard times. The hearts of Adil and the girl ached for everyone who had to face losses. I've always been sick, but not now. Now they just loved each other. And this love was the only stable and correct thing in life. She was a constant. Not insidious, like a snake, but healing. And their bodies entwined with each other, their ragged breathing, and sultry kisses were more eloquent than any words.

Had they understood that human feelings could trip them up, wouldn’t it have been better to never have known each other?

Mountainous country from a bird's eye view! What a beauty! Everywhere you look there are mountains, their peaks, sometimes spiky like cockscombs, sometimes smooth like a plateau, sometimes dome-shaped like a sea swell, hid behind each other, went into the distance and seemed to dissolve in the darkness.

For people to truly love and devote themselves to each other, an effort of will is required. Solution. And this decision must always be remembered, every day, even when it seems unusually difficult. We must always remember this decision... This promise to love each other, to hold on to it like a thread.

Even in books of the same edition there are discrepancies... In truth, it is simply impossible to find two completely identical copies, because already at the moment of birth some small differences arise. Then each volume begins to live its own life; pages disappear, are added, replaced, bindings are made... Years pass, and two books printed by the same press are no longer very similar to each other.

It is more important to look in the same direction than at each other.

“Not everyone has enough power for this,” the vampire corrected. - Believe me, give people power and impunity, and they will gnaw each other like hungry rats in a bucket.

No two dreams repeat each other in the smallest detail. In the same way, the image of a thing created by the imagination and the thing itself, created by hand, do not coincide, despite all our attempts to make them identical. Because we ourselves change from day to day, even from minute to minute.

Ancient wisdom says that it is difficult to find a friend in this world, but even more difficult to lose an enemy.

The world is your perception of it. The inner and outer always correspond; they are reflections of each other. The world is a mirror image of your thoughts. If there is chaos and confusion within you, then your outer world should reflect this. You must see what you believe because you are a confused thinker who looks outward and sees himself. You are the interpreter of everything, and if there is chaos within you, then everything you see and hear must also be chaos. Even if Jesus or Buddha were standing in front of you, you would hear confused words because the confusion would be in the listener. You would only hear what you thought they were saying, and you would start arguing with them as soon as your story was threatened.

Sometimes having one true friend is enough to make the world not seem so dark. Even at a time like this.