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What shall we name the establishment?
Vanya wakes up at 5 a.m., dreaming of a miracle. He does 30 regular push-ups and 15 on his fists, does 12 pull-ups, and gives up on crunches and squats. He turns on his computer, the internet, and Mail remains his homepage, even though it hasn't worked for a long time. Vanya, dreaming of a miracle, doesn't close Mail... God heard his prayers, and Mail is working.
But if the effect is good, then why shouldn't you hug girls? Don't you want to make them feel good? Maybe you just don't like them?
Today, I really need to get more than four hours of sleep...
Today, I had to go to Kyiv again to submit documents, and since I had to get up at five in the morning, and I haven't been able to fall asleep before four for a long time, I didn't sleep at all. Despite this, I feel great right now, and I don't even want to sleep. I need to change my nickname to Duracell.
And I came to the conclusion again that I am a very patient and calm person. At KNLU, in addition to the complete chaos with submitting documents, there is also a huge amount of paperwork. I spent more than five hours either waiting in line or filling out a bunch of different documents (and they asked me about five times to rewrite some sheets because, due to my messy handwriting, I wrote some things in a way that didn't comply with the rules).
I wrote my first name, last name, and patronymic at least three dozen times. Sometimes in cursive, sometimes in block letters. But despite all this, I didn't complain even once, either out loud or in my thoughts. I just wrote... wrote... waited... rewrote.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Except the ones we've made
Then I'll publish all of Finland in one post.
That's good, I respect the Finns.
И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день
Yesterday, the Tuska Open Air Metal Festival opened, and I was there.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Ракета прущего дыма и море свободы
Серьезные помыслы, прущие скорости, мама с вопросами:
- Куда ты дел совесть? Стань взрослым.
Я в ответ молчал виновато
- Посмотри на брата, разве трудно быть нормальным?
Им не понять меня, не поменять меня
Хотели поломать меня - им не поймать меня
В чем моя вина?
Думал бежать отсюда, хлопал дверями злобно -
Обида-паскуда
Мама била посуду и тихо плакала
Молилась за меня Богу - свечи ставила


