Happy Life
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Okay, I’m a little lost.
The Bullmen are exchanging fierce glares, the crowd is roaring, blood is gushing like a fountain, and the ensemble music flows like an invisible stream, sometimes encouraging the crowd and participants, and sometimes hitting them in the head.
Finally, it’s all over, and there’s time to reflect on what has been seen.
- So, that’s his idea. To win, if not physically, then mentally, - the Lady assesses the defeated Gunnlaug (who, during his sparring matches, had a separate, drunkenly fun, but with notes of artistry and melancholy, melody which, at the moment, would be too tedious to search for), then glances at the chattering vagrant. - And, is that how it could have been done? I’m talking about magic. It turns out that everyone else hindered themselves by not using it. What a clever guy, he figured it out, clipped the wings of the tough fighters, and showed them their real place, - her half-closed eyes absorbed the frustration of some of the spectators and participants with satisfaction. - Isn’t this “not everything is always predetermined in life”? But I don’t see the silent one here. My ribbon is crying.
The Bullmen are exchanging fierce glares, the crowd is roaring, blood is gushing like a fountain, and the ensemble music flows like an invisible stream, sometimes encouraging the crowd and participants, and sometimes hitting them in the head.
Finally, it’s all over, and there’s time to reflect on what has been seen.
- So, that’s his idea. To win, if not physically, then mentally, - the Lady assesses the defeated Gunnlaug (who, during his sparring matches, had a separate, drunkenly fun, but with notes of artistry and melancholy, melody which, at the moment, would be too tedious to search for), then glances at the chattering vagrant. - And, is that how it could have been done? I’m talking about magic. It turns out that everyone else hindered themselves by not using it. What a clever guy, he figured it out, clipped the wings of the tough fighters, and showed them their real place, - her half-closed eyes absorbed the frustration of some of the spectators and participants with satisfaction. - Isn’t this “not everything is always predetermined in life”? But I don’t see the silent one here. My ribbon is crying.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
