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- Dylan, everything will be fine...
- Repeat it with me more often...

But you'll be alright now sugar.
You'll feel better tomorrow.
Come the morning light now baby.
And you will do it, my angel.
Tomorrow you're feeling going to be easy
Here is coming the morning ray, honey.

If ever you will overcome the sadness or anxiety go to the forest. Open your eyes, and every tree, in every Bush, flower or animal you will see God's Providence, which will give you comfort and strength.

Come to Me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

The last consolation he wanted to find in dreams, but even dreams have become modern and topical.

Melting away hope, takes confidence
wait in the shower clean save.
Everything else will come back with time.
Wait.
Wait.

Autumn, cold, bad news...
Well, nepotist his reproach.
do not indulge sympathetic flattery.
Wait.
Wait.

Again to lie unarmed stranger,
again rogue rejoices at the Zenith -
remember, more often and worse.
Wait.
Wait.

Something went wrong in the beginning,
with the past completely torn threads
the main thing do not indulge in despair.
Wait.
Wait.

- I've seen wounds worse, much worse.
- From the dead?

Before me stood a proud warrior, his entire life spent in battles, but still needing comfort. And he'd ask, he to the grave to carry on their shoulders the burden of the Royal dignity, even though it dooms him to immense loneliness.

On the way Clerval still tried to comfort me. He felt sorry for me with all my heart. "Poor William - he said, - poor, dear child! He's sleeping now beside the angelic soul of his mother. Anyone who knew this baby in all its infant charms, mourn his untimely death. To die so badly, feeling his neck on the killer's hands! What the villain need to be to kill the innocent! Poor child! Only one can be comforted: his relatives lament and weep, but he has suffered. Terrible moment behind, and he was laid to rest forever. His tender body is covered the grave with turf, and he feels no pain. He did not need pity; I will save it for the unfortunate who survived."

I'm yours, Marias menu
Exceptionally valued,
Only my zhist, Maroussia,
Ruined in the Bud!
What do I do? How can I be?..
As trouble my flee?
I was ordered by the king to deliver
Then ChaVo-Not-Can-Be!..

There is still a very large number of comforters that console just so they are not bothered by their complaints, did not disturb the rest of the usual everything preterpevaet cold showers.