Kyle
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- Woe is me, my gray head! - exclaimed the king when he saw his breakfast.
- There was a beautiful kingdom, but what remains? A bunch of downtrodden subjects who are already afraid of their own shadows... And even among them, there is a spy.
- Why, why are you afraid to confront me? Why are you afraid to come to me at night and settle everything at once?
The king stuck a fork into the heart (not his own ;) ), raised it, and pondered what this could mean...
Кто состоянием своим доволен, тому жить весело. (с)Алекса́ндр Васи́льевич Суво́ров