Майор Вихрь
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No, that would be great, of course – getting drunk on New Year's Eve and writing all sorts of nonsense to everyone in ICQ – but not to the extent of actually doing it.
You know, what do I love about New Year's? The breakfast on January 1st. How much pleasure does it bring to devour all sorts of marshmallows, expensive candies, cakes, and other treats... Ah, if only it were always like that.
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal