protest [Theme]

We're going to meet the frightening end...

Because no one can stop me...

This phenomenon is widespread, we often see on the screens people with a huge scale of personality and an absolutely dwarf mind.

Don't be afraid of excitement. Be afraid of lies and exaggeration.

Modernism, decadence, absurdity arise whenever the disharmony of the world becomes unbearable. Not a crisis of art, but a breakdown of consciousness and art as its barometer. Madness, despair, hysteria, cynicism are not the destruction of art, but a reflection of the flames of conflagrations and cries of pain. And withdrawal into oneself - as evidence of extreme stress in a world where something has happened. Art as the desire of an unhappy consciousness to escape from the state of unhappiness. Art as a protest. As dissatisfaction with what exists.

I can confidently say that today the most terrible nightmare of the authorities is a massive social protest, especially if it merges with the Russian national one. After all, Russians feel themselves socially and nationally humiliated by the majority. Our path is in darkness - literally and figuratively. The existing theoretical knowledge is capable of predicting the arrival of the crisis with high accuracy, but no theoretical model can describe the development of the crisis and the results of overcoming it (ЛГ. 2009. № 5. February 4-10).

abomination.

Jamie sat motionless for a while, eyes closed. Then, with a whistle, he humbly rose to his feet. He jokingly nudged Ien with his shoulder, and they went out the door after Murta, who was already on the street. Passing the sleepy Fergus, Jamie grabbed his arm, lifted him to his feet and dragged him along.

Minus one woman with a concussion, but still one for a huge country! - That deserves a special thanks. Work, brothers!

- In our case, not beating, so blathering.

When there is a lie all around, telling the truth is not just a protest, it is already a revolution.

He's got the pants protest age now. He does not agree to wear them when he is in the house, in anyone.

So many for cutlets!

Charredness hardly suits the rebels.