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The sea is blood and tears. This is work, pain, courage and a constant feeling that death is breathing down the back of the head.

Telegrams are usually waiting for me at home: Extremely

Sitting on the floor and drowning in the passion of pain.

And feelings ... alas, they were no more than once.

The last time he kissed her. He kissed her as if she were his first and last breath, as if all his eternity was contained in her. And just looking into the eyes of the girl, the vampire realized that this was true: she was his eternity ... but at the same time, he realized that he had lost her. She was no longer his Rory. Blood, his betrayal, Isstvan's desires and magic have changed her. With this kiss, she said:

People just need to be reminded more often that they are people. What are the Russians. One blood - one earth. Evil is everywhere. There will always be hunters to sell you for thirty pieces of silver. And more and more troubles are pouring on the peasant: either the Tatars three times in the autumn, then hunger, then pestilence. And he keeps working, working, working. He bears his cross humbly. He does not despair, but is silent and endures. He only prays to God for strength. Will not the Almighty forgive them for their darkness? After all, you yourself know - something doesn’t work out or you are tired, you are tormented, and suddenly, you will meet someone’s gaze in the crowd, a human one ... and as if you took communion. And everything is easier now. Is not it?

Vadim Kozin Love again

Probably, since birth, it’s not blood that flows through my veins, but feelings.

I am a diplomat. Niht killer. I wrote a letter, but I didn't kill. There is ink on my hands, but no blood.

When steel meets steel and blood is shed, when you are swirled by a hurricane of screams, blades and flames - trust your instincts.

*Levi cuts off Zeke's head*

I'm not a romantic. <...> But even I admit that the heart exists not only for pumping blood in the body.

Now our army is shedding blood. And those who spit on her back, who consider her invaders, look like traitors. There was such an American poet Walt Whitman who said: “My motherland, even if you are wrong, I am with you. And if you are right, then even more so.”

Gnomes live longer than humans