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Even when my body turns to dust, I will not violate my principles

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Just think about someone - how you are already with him in the blink of an eye!

For orange flowers.

Unaccountable, not tormented by the thirst for carnal existence.

Unaccountable, not tormented by the thirst for carnal existence.

“I understood how you tamed her,” Kai continued. - You burn inside and set others on fire. There is a goal. And we are all old coals. Dust. Ash. Burnt out long ago, dead souls. Understand? Mortido, thanatos, animus. Death of the soul.

The official was touchy and tortured, and ate diabetic bread, and probably received a meager salary, was married, and the child had a rash all over his body. He attached cosmic significance to a piece of paper that they didn’t have and had to get, the whole world rested on this piece of paper and hopelessly crumbled into dust if a person was deprived of it. Moreover, it turned out that the Luzhins could not receive it before the monstrous deadlines, millennia of despair and emptiness had expired, and only by writing petitions they were allowed to alleviate this worldly sorrow.

If it appeared here, it disappeared somewhere. The laws of the gods cannot be broken. If you create it here, it will crumble to dust somewhere.

It is hard and difficult when your world collapses, when every millimeter turns to dust, when everyone requires you to keep a mask, to show that you are a praline with nuts, although in reality you are a milk slice.

It is impossible to fit in the mind an indisputable fact: red bricks, concrete structures will never be able to convey the life of their inhabitants. People, in the manner of ghosts, constantly scurry between the camps, leaving not a single biographical notch on them. It is impossible, peering through the windows, to see frames from the past. Just as it will not be possible to hear the echo of past confessions and the cries of those who were overwhelmed with mental anguish or love ecstasy. Even the cards in the photo album are not able to share the secrets of someone else's or their own being. There is only a moment - the living of the event itself, and after that everything turns into mortal dust.

Lord our God, our young patriots, the idols of our hearts, go into battle - be with them! In our thoughts, together with them, we leave the peace and warmth of our dear hearths and go to smash our enemies. Lord our God, help us smash their soldiers to bloody shreds with shells; help us to litter their flowering fields with the lifeless corpses of their patriots; help us drown out the roar of the guns with the cries of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us with a hurricane of fire to raze their modest dwellings to the ground; help us to torment the hearts of their innocent widows with inconsolable grief; help us to deprive them of friends and shelter, so that they roam with their little children through the barren plains of their devastated country, in tatters, tormented by thirst and hunger, scorched by the sun in summer, trembling from the icy wind in winter, completely despairing, vainly begging you to open before them the doors of the grave so that they may find rest; for us who worship you, O Lord, crush their hopes to ashes, ruin their lives, prolong their woeful wanderings, make their steps heavier, sprinkle their path with tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! With love and faith, we pray for this to the one who is the source of love, a true friend and refuge for all those who suffer, who seek his help with a humble heart and a penitent soul. Amen.

To love is to believe.

Close your jaw and clench your fists tight...