Майор Вихрь
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I'm at a loss for words. Comrade Kostyan literally picks apart every word in my profile. He finds a way to attribute anything to "Fantasy." It's a genre in various forms of art, a phenomenon called "fantasy," brands actively use this word in advertising campaigns, and who knows what else and where else.
I see this statement as an attempt to deliberately discredit me on a practically unfounded basis (I have nothing against acacia trees, but the connection to "fantasy" is far-fetched), which further leads me to believe that Kostyan himself is not entirely innocent.
I see this statement as an attempt to deliberately discredit me on a practically unfounded basis (I have nothing against acacia trees, but the connection to "fantasy" is far-fetched), which further leads me to believe that Kostyan himself is not entirely innocent.
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