signs [Theme]

in the ingot of a single destiny.

<...> The most irrational thing in the world, relentlessly moving, indigestible and mysterious, is time. What makes photography surreal is its ability to evoke regret about the past time and specific signs of social belonging.

My favorite topic of conversation was folk signs - at that time I was ready to prove their truth almost with foam at the mouth. We have had long and heated discussions on this subject; my friend argued that all this was just empty superstition, but I objected that the premonitions that arise in the people completely involuntarily - that is, without any specific reason - necessarily contain a grain of truth and undoubtedly deserve attention.

The way of measuring and describing him by the police inspired him like a love poem composed by Satan. The most remarkable thing here was that the police can not only dismember a person so that nothing will remain of him, but that from these insignificant components it unmistakably assembles him and recognizes him by them.

The trunk is long - life is short.

Beautiful and built strict Petersburg!
Parade of palaces and squares stories.
Bridges, piers, parks, parapets;
Lions, sphinxes, horses, spires, silhouettes...
In all unique signs,
Special style of space - St. Petersburg!

This book is a reportage about what he saw and an interesting research involving historical documents and references.

Oh, how fates are not revealed signs!
After all, I know, life will write for me
All the fates that I remember and see,
Where grief, joy - together and apart.

But I see a good sign.

- Do you believe in signs?
Dick believed in signs, but a dead raven who never unraveled his claws, and a blue-eyed man in black with an impenetrable face...
- No, Monsignor, I don't believe so.
- Me too. Unfortunately.
Unfortunately?! Cansillier is right, Roque is on the verge of madness unless he has stepped over that line. Perhaps this was reflected in Deacon's face, or maybe the marshal just wanted to talk.
- It's weird that you still think death is terrible. If it were a sign, I would rejoice. The crow can not cope with the golden eagle, but this one was too stupid and young, and the raven did not miss it. He was supposed to die alone, but two died. Not to lose when it is impossible to win! There is no better sign and there can not be.

... I wonder if I will have some kind of portent of death, some kind of omen, some kind of sign. In my opinion, everyone has it: a bird flying into a room, a fox on a chain, a cautious hare, a cow giving birth to two calves - but only the most unlucky people understand what this means.

Any sign of coming true, having met the man, ready to believe in it.

There is a forestry sign: the Bear flips to the other side - so the sun turn for the summer.

- Ver, wait, grab the garbage! <...>
- I want to tell you: when someone goes to throw trash a bad omen.
- You know, Vera, a bad omen is to give the car my wife, who a no makeup house.