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You won ... Maiev. But a hunter cannot live without hunting. And you ... are nothing ... without me.

- When I turned twenty, I shaved as soon as the stubble grew. And he did it carefully, not missing a single hair. They say that facial hair is a sign that you are getting old. But I disagree with that. When you become too lazy to even shave - that's when you grow old.

- Okay. To the backyard.

Something, someone, some spirit pursued all of us in the desert of life and will inevitably intercept us before we reach heaven. Naturally, now, looking around, I can only say one thing: that was death; death will overtake us before the very heavens. The only thing we crave while we live, which makes us sigh, groan and vomit sweetly in every possible way - the memory of some lost bliss, which we probably experienced in the womb, and it can only be reproduced (although we do not want to allow this in any way) in death. But who wants to die? In the tumult of events, I kept thinking about it somewhere in the very depths of my mind. I told Dinu about this, and he immediately recognized here the usual desire for pure death; and since none of us will live anew in life, he quite rightly did not want to have anything to do with this, and I agreed with him that time.

... first hunt, first kill. This does not pass without a trace, especially when you realize that soon there will be much more blood on your hands.

D/Ali said millions of Istanbulites used only a small fraction of their potential because of the pernicious proximity of the graves. The hunt for innovations is lost if you remind all the time, they say, death is about to come with its scythe, which glows red in the rays of the setting sun. That is why renovation projects did not lead to anything and the infrastructure could not be built, and the collective memory was no stronger than a napkin. Why create the future or return with thoughts to the past if we are constantly sliding towards thinking about the end? Democracy, human rights, freedom of speech – do they make sense if we all end up die? The arrangement of cemeteries and the treatment of the dead, as D/Ali concluded, are the biggest difference between civilizations.

The hunter's music consists of only two notes: the pulling of the bowstring and the whistle of the lowered arrow.

She knows that on the hunt, as in life, the main thing is to be able to wait.

As if in the sky they catch the trail of the beast.

- You want to be sarcastic? asked Pericles.
- They say that in small doses the poison and the cure, ' replied Socrates. - And stupidity in any dose is stupidity.
Is you talking about? - alert Anaxagoras.
Is your Mind the Creator of the world, in my opinion, only a large number, in which the endless possible permutations of digits, why it is endlessly changing. But why does the world have to follow these changes? I think that either your Mind is stupid, amused with the world such a disgraceful manner, either the world is stupid and weak-willed, following thy Mind in its meaningless game.

- What are you, the fucking beast woke?
And hit in the mouth?

Watch closely and production shows its weaknesses.

- A fountain!
- Fountain no longer working, Clara.
What a pity... once departing throwing him coins and the spray flying in all directions, and coins glittered at the bottom. We then picked them out with you, remember?
Remember. Coin long ago, no one drops.
- It is strange. Why?
- People no longer hunt to return comes in the gulle.

When the moon rises, and the hunter begins his hunt, his blade hungry for blood.