the bitterness [Theme]

I keep pretending there are no problems.

“We all know the bitterness of loss, madam,” said the detective. “And we always feel guilty, if only because we didn’t smile often enough.”

There were times when it was the duty of the Patriarch to speak bitter words to the face of the ruler. Now, it seems, times are coming when even more bitter words must be spoken to the face of your people.

In order for a person to desire salvation and saving faith, for this it is necessary first for him to have a bad, very bad time, for him to experience bitterness and despair, to find himself in a hopeless situation.

I hate being jealous. She poisons the soul. Compresses the heart in a vise. Bitterness from it spreads throughout the body.

- That's why you drink it every day...

Coffee with love is when you dilute the bitterness of coffee with your smile that you give to your loved one ... Coffee with love is when coffee is sweet not so much from sugar as from a gentle morning kiss ... Coffee with love is when her hands warm not only a cup with a burning fragrant drink, but also his hands, which gently stroke her fingers, as if trying to convey all their tenderness through touch ... Coffee with love is a quiet affectionate love

And to these ... our friends - "not friends" many thanks for the fact that no one at the front has any questions - with whom we are fighting. After all, they removed from this difficult moral dilemma our main, in fact, its severity. They removed our main bitterness, pain and maybe even a complex from the very beginning of this SVO, which consisted in the feeling that we were at war with a brotherly people. Is it true? After all, it was like that at the very beginning... And now someone from those who follow the situation has even the slightest feeling that we are at war with Ukraine, with the Ukrainians... or in general for Ukraine? Every day Ukraine becomes less and less to do with it. And the feeling appears that it was inevitable, in any case, and even, perhaps, not in Ukraine. And preparations were made for this. And we hear these revelations every day.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse meet between our lips, the disintegration of the world into atoms, when fingers slide over heated skin, reaching the garters of stockings, along which a gap spreads like a distorting snake, because thin threads, iridescent in the light of candle flame with a cold radiance, are not able to withstand skillful and powerful touches, like veins ringing with monstrous adrenaline when you find yourself in me. The sweetness of linden honey and the bitterness of wormwood juice, the constellations of blue on the skin - you taste me as if I were the doom of cyanide and sweet death, poisoning the body with spores of an unprecedented disease.

I am light and powerless to breathe.

Raw! Build! Fight power!

September for pine eyelashes.

From my own ball.

- Stop attributing your overtures to me!