A small pub near Fludoscarr.

to use a mangled hand with shards of its own bones sticking out, which spills venous blood from severed and torn vessels onto the hot, dusty asphalt, while simultaneously losing pieces of skin and flesh in a hurry, which will then be greedily devoured by stray dogs; feeling excruciating pain a minute after the adrenaline wears off, and losing life with each second, literally slipping through your fingers, and, in addition to everything else, wondering why your vision is darkening, your ears are ringing, and feeling a wild fear of your parents, who will scold you.

You know, your creepy sense of black humor periodically sends shivers down my spine; you absolutely must not be allowed to work on the "Good Night, Little Ones" show, because after listening to such a story once, children will never be able to fall asleep.

Yesterday I watched "The Smartest" on STS, where Tina Kandelaki was once again trying to prove to everyone that she was the smartest, although this time she was asserting herself not on children, but on "stars" of Russian pop music. I put "stars" in quotes because such "stars" as Stas Pyekha are not an authority for me at all. I only watched the first round; I didn't watch the second because I didn't have time and it was disgusting. And it was disgusting because they were all terribly stupid, it was awful; how could they only answer 4 out of 18 (or so) questions correctly? I myself only made 3 mistakes; I don't understand how such idiots were even allowed on stage, let alone on the "The Smartest" show?
This is how unique Russia is.