the ocean [Theme]
Every time my mother pretends that there are no problems, although there is a whole ocean of problems around us. Having suffered a terrible shipwreck, we are drowning in these problems, floundering in icy water, which makes our whole body cramp, choking, gasping for air. I have the opportunity to get my mother and me a lifeboat, to get out, to be saved... But my mother ignores my attempts to help in every possible way. Moreover, she is ready to drag me along with her to the very bottom. Twist around my neck exactly the same rope with cobblestones, which she has been wearing for several years now, and drag it into the viscous silt, so that the last thing I saw was a strip of warm yellow color - hope for my happy future.
The more I learn, the more I realize that I know nothing. The cores of knowledge reveal new questions, and the endless ocean of the unknown stretches before me.
I'll go into the void.
... every sane person in this life tries to find himself, his best version, to understand his own purpose in order to feel in his place. Trying to understand this, people ask themselves an ocean of questions about the meaning of life, in the hope that this will help them win this race!..
I am either God or nobody!
Quote Explanation: 1832 year
Librarians are the keepers of secrets, opening the doors to the endless ocean of knowledge.
Having reached the Kulumbe River, I sat down on a stone and began to listen to the quiet, whispering sounds that always fill the taiga during twilight hours. The vast ocean, the sleepy land and the deep dark sky with millions of unknown stars seemed equally majestic.
What is the ocean of love!
already hear the ocean of attention.
My name is Vito Scaletta. I was born in Sicily, in the 25th year. This is our family. I am standing with my parents and sister Francesca. I don’t remember much about those times, except that life was hard, and then my father decided that it was time for us to leave. Cross the ocean and start a new life. Never in my life have I seen anything like Empire Bay. He was wonderful. However, it is difficult to imagine something more vile and disgusting than our new kennel. The American Dream… More like a nightmare. My father began to work in the port for the man who brought us here. He worked like a damned man, earned pennies and spent almost everything in a tavern. Over time, I was sent to school. I needed English, but the hell with two I would speak it with the Italians. That's where I met Joe. Gradually we became best friends. Since both of them whistled in their pockets, and there was no decent work, we started our own modest business. Well, then we're out of luck. In the yard was the 43rd year. There was a war. Landing in Sicily, Italian-speaking soldiers were needed. I was 18 and didn't want to go to jail. Who said that you can not return to your homeland? ..
Quote Explanation: Vito talks about himself at the beginning of the game.
A drunken man in a puddle - the ocean can't handle it...
Shine the brightest star.
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Love is a naive stream that flows over pebbles, between grasses and flowers, but now the stream becomes a river, a river, changes its nature and appearance from each new tributary, then flows into an immeasurable ocean, which seems to imperfect minds only monotony, and immerses great souls into endless contemplation.
