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The whole world that I saw earlier floats before my eyes.

It seems to me that in everyday life - even if our actions, thank God, do not end in tragedy - we sometimes act like robots or expect others to act like lifeless, soulless, insensitive robots: “You have to succeed ... You have to work ... I have to go to school ... I have to take out the trash can ... I have to earn a living ... In such a situation, I have no choice ... "

- This is the smallest. Just pretend you're a rapper.

Our work will pass the century.

- Why did you fall? Why did you want to become a person?
- You don't understand?
- Nope! We are a bunch of wretched assholes: we eat, defecate, rush, coward!
- Not only. There is loyalty, mercy, love...
- Pain!
- Chocolate cake.
- Guilt!
- Sex.
- I have nothing to cover here.
- No, you're right, Dean... So many feelings, not too noble... You know, I would give everything not to go back there, that's it!
- What are they worth, these feelings?
- I don't want to be an angel.
- What are you saying?! You are strong, perfect, you never doubt yourself, god forbid, nothing!
- Perfection... like marble statues, cold, no choice, only obedience! Dean, do you know how many angels have been honored to see God? How many are there?
- Everything?
- There are four of them! And I'm not one of them.
- Total? Then how do you know He is?
- We take it for granted, and if we don't, we get killed. I have been on Earth for two thousand years, just watching silently, invisibly, in wanderings... I missed home, waiting for an order from an unknown father to at least understand something.

You may be laughing, Becoming, because you feel about everything easier. And the poor man has nothing but honor. It sounds like a book, I know. But I feel it from an early age, I'm always on guard.

A good skill, it gives the soul of a person - rhythm, helps to walk at the right pace, as in the march that you vent on the go, even if you have no hearing at all. Ondřej overcame the fatigue that exhausted him at first, and lived in harmony with work: it no longer pushed him, as before, they were equal.

Thira knows these young people as his five fingers: they all consider outdated and stupid, they like to receive money, but they do not work, they are fond of sports and politics, and there is no interest in cotton. If they could, they would only be engaged in aviation. Entirely conquerors of the air, record holders - in words. No, gentlemen, who wants to fly, let him first stand firmly with both feet on the ground and see if it is as simple as it seems.

Youth longs for change. No, you don't need them; only the well-known we love in full measure.

Ondřej even in his sleep understood that his father was dead, but did not show it. The father silently looked at the boy, guessed this trick and laughed at his cowardice and at all the living, who fuss and want something, live and forget the dead, live and betray those who are no longer there. Alienation is bitter than sorrow - alienation to the one who has gone forever

To communicate at ease, we need to be sure that if the other says "yes", then it is "yes", and if he says "no", then it is "no".

Firing points
Irrepressible flickering,
There, in the sky, in its blackness.
At least a small piece
Not a lot of suffering -
A brief rest in an empty void...
No, not the rumble of anti-aircraft guns,
No spotlights trot,
Not embarrassed, not moaning, not "ah!",
Not the mad of torture,
That suddenly became close to us,
Not animal, panic fear,
And the awareance of error,
Hopeless spell
That stupidity: sit and tremble...

Suicide? No! I don't accept him.
I will live with my gaze into the ground,
Breathe while you breathe, and there...
I will give the last debt to my poems.
I'll read everything, correct it, cripple it.
And I'll shut up... and when I shut up, I will answer
For all his great sins...

Those who are now uniting in the center of Europe. New specialists, descendants of those who lost at Poltava. And then too ... They missed then the chance to lock you in Siberia.