need to spare a bit for summer )
I'll reply soon, maybe briefly
maybe even the muse will help me )
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oh for crying out loud, what does brevity have to do with it? if something interests me, it doesn't matter if it's long or short — I'll read it,
and if it's not interesting, you can always just not read it :-)
the thing is, in my subjective opinion, it's either: you don't like the person, or their delivery, or what they're saying, and that's why people harp on brevity
Added after 34 minutes
That's what I already tried to convey to R55Max, ariputr, and others.
Night. Street. Lamp. Pharmacy.
Bar. Club. Girls. Disco.
Roulette. Poker. Chips. In the eye.
Taxi. Apartment. Toilet.
Wife. Bed. Pillow. Sleep.
Dawn. Pickle juice. Pill. Moan.
Scream. Kids. Trash. Vacuum cleaner.
Lunch. Wife. Dishes. Dog.
Phone call. Door. Mother-in-law. Father-in-law. Bottle.
Feast. ”Ambulance”. Stretcher.
Alcohol. Cotton. Scalpel. Cucumber.
Morgue. Orderlies. That's it. F***....
An old theater. curious gazes.
Whistles in the hall. and the actors come out.
Colorful masks. forms of attire.
In the sky like in a fairy tale. the sun of hope.
The stage shines. very beautiful.
The light impresses. there is potential
But the actor is choked by fatigue. it seems no love remains in the heart.
Meetings, embraces. quarrels, strife.
Sisters and brothers. people are actors.
Lips and hands. passionate scenes.
Happiness and torment. vows, betrayals.
Envy, desire. pain, pleasure.
Sin, repentance. death and birth.
Grief, loss. flame of suffering.
Duty and retribution. collapse of expectations.
Search for truth. weak faith.
The wise are right. happiness is a chimera.
Old age, illness. doubts in the heart.
Everything is useless except humility.
Hope stopped warming the heart.
The body fell flat, a mere garment.
The body is a shirt. the body is an apartment.
Bach's music. the music of the world.
The director's plan. pain intensifies.
Life leaves the actor's body.
A farewell song. glitter of decorations.
Sobbing in the hall. thunder of applause.
Scarlet roses. everyone in admiration.
Ribbons and tears. weekdays, oblivion.
The viewer leaves and reflects. someone always dies in the play.
The theater beckons. a new play.
The heart is bored. no interest.
The heart yearns. suffers in silence.
And does not rejoice and does not weep.
The heart has so little earthly happiness. the heart sought a different happiness.
The heart so yearns for eternal stages. the heart laughs, an eternal youth.
Where the refuge of all stories in the world is. where real children live.
Where actors are the pinnacle of perfection. and directors are forms of bliss.
Where all roles are played forever. where heroes do not die.
Where they know no grief or boredom. where the source of songs of parting lies.
http://www.k-p-ss.narod.ru/games/st.mp3
