bad luck [Theme] Page 2

Sorry, friend, you are terribly unlucky!
My sympathies, friend. You've no manner of luck at all.

Where to go and where to look for good luck?
She hid in what region?..
Can not sing, I fear, going to cry now...
And yet, sung my song.

Rustling boring drizzling rain.
My soul is in trouble and anguish.
I'm a man, in my opinion, lost.
Why I made plans in the sand?
Hovered over me, evil clouds
And suddenly I found myself out of work.
Well why I such unfortunate?
Why suffering is my destiny?

Luck does not come alone. Always brings crafty friends.

Luck, it is everywhere in the air. And the bad luck floating around and needs someone to approach.

Your luck can carry in your pockets
And it will ring like a trifle.
You wanted to argue with fate on an equal footing?
As if she has nothing else to do...
Accept the fact that the wind always blows from the North,
That the sandwich falls butter side down.
You said the cliff. Don't believe it.
The law of attraction is just life.

Harmony returned to the world. I decided that I really was lucky. Even better somehow.

A series of unfortunate events will haunt you until, until you will consider these events as such.

Another heavy rain fell upon the richest city in the world of Brasilis. The glassblower's daughter again started to cry. Her cries caught the wind, ripped to shreds and tossed like confetti over the Vila Rica. The shepherds squeezed beards and capes in caves. Sheep sleep with his muzzle in the fur of each other. Maids stretched wet sheets on a gloomy kitchens. Ladies powder hid the bruises under the eyes. Their husbands threw it on the wall whiskey glasses: rain again will swell and turbid rivers, flooded mines, so miners come back with empty hands.

Those whom life doesn't suck, always feel the smell of despair, like the smell of the rotting corpse.

Starts a series of misfortunes.
Small? How can I tell you?! Not too much.
Get used to sad thoughts,
typical of the losing streak.
All were carrying, and taken the wrong way.
Worked and did not work.
Mount what? It does not matter? Was - trouble.
It so fell out, happened, happened.
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Bad luck as rain - continuous,
long, all night longer.
He then whips, then splashing, then pouring over me
protracted, endless rain.
Be patient on the whole band -
I stock his gain,
put back the cross and bear
shoulders - all to the blood wash.
Even if the shoulders will be rubbed to the bone,
still to come is good news.

- Don't suggest to wear this pin, opal brings misfortune.
- My life is not lucky, Marty, maybe opal will bring good luck.

To frighten away the bad luck is difficult, it is meaningless, as the struggle with the lack of musical ear.

"Nonsense," I said. - It is necessary to bring the case to the end. It is necessary to Alphonse today pereshibit destiny! He'll do something quite desperate! This is the only way!
Alfonso, you want to try? - asked Pasha. He was not sober me.
- Yes! gloomily agreed Alphonse. He fell into that condition, when the loser starts to get a masochistic pleasure from discarded on his troubles. In this condition, the person becomes under the icicle on spring street, lifts his head, removes his hat and whispers: "Well, fall! Well?! Well, fall, fall!.." And when the icicle finally stuck him in the head, he whispers: "So! Very good!"
- Go ask her to dance! - said Side. Given the fact that the orchestra in the restaurant was served a really useful and subtle advice. And Alphonse stood. The icicle was stuck to the crown of his head, and no force of antigravity could not protect him.