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Dmitry had a nightmare - a crowd of painted crappers with scales and yellow feathers stormed a machine-gun point on the mountain under wild chants, and those who ran back were mowed down by another machine gun. In the dream, it was clear that the machine gun was actually the same, and the reason for the illusion was the spherical shape of all earthly meanings and the eternal Russian guilt before some murky authorities (either local, or global, or again as with the machine gun).

Using various tricks you can forget for a while about jitters and mental pain, but you cannot run away from them. Feelings of restlessness and bitterness cannot be cured by loud music, shopping or entertainment, because illusions do not help. You can escape into them for a while, but then everything: fear, confusion, guilt - returns, but with increased strength. And there is nowhere to hide from this - illusions have lost their magic and can no longer intoxicate. You are left alone with reality and feel how the world and life are falling apart. You don't know what to grab onto to stay in place. You have no idea what phrases to calm yourself down with. Everything seems so... so... insignificant and stupid.

Well, okay! And good.

- But if you think that this world cannot be changed, then this only means that you are not the one who will change it.

And let's not think about the bridges we're burning. They shouldn't see guilt in our eyes.

Kolosov, having drunk vodka, wine, liqueur, was a little drunk, not as drunk as men who rarely drink are drunk, but as drunk as people who have made a habit out of wine. He did not stagger, did not say nonsense, but was in an abnormal state of excitement and satisfaction with himself.

- Yes, strong, strong, too.

Is Fedulov to blame? Yes! But is he alone? No!

- Well, no! Those who are supposed to answer will answer!

- Well, no! Those who are supposed to answer will answer!

- I begged you for salvation. You were the only one who knew how much I wanted to be a vampire. How much I need this... But all you did was turn your back on me. You stood with your back to me when I was in despair,” the girl’s voice sounded like a snowstorm. - So, I found salvation in Istvan. I had to die and it's your fault. I really wanted to be with you. You were so needed, Michael... But not anymore. You destroyed everything yourself. Now, you are just a useless memory.

The vast majority of people are brainless and dumb as rocks. Yes, I just offended a lot of rocks. People are like chimpanzees. You can convince people of the most outlandish and contradictory facts and statements about themselves.

No amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of worry can change the future.

Taking a sip of a Cuban cigar is like inhaling the aroma of a freshly poured glass of wine.