Happy Life
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- I would have placed a bet myself, but I have a feeling that in such a tournament, all the bets might be predetermined. Silver and ostentatious pride are serious motives. And mouths will remain hungry, and people who used to look decent will turn to banditry, and brother will turn against brother. Isn't that so? - she observes the finalists. - How important he feels himself now. To take first place from the favorite - and it would seem that you can feast. But I see how he is trembling, he didn't expect this, although he hoped for it. To lose in the final to some vagrants - isn't that the ultimate disgrace, even if you made it that far?
Her eyes swept over the spectators gnawing their nails - those who hadn't left early in a blue haze and were still aware of something.
- I see... Something similar, something that might appeal to the plebs in this situation, - her hands play a melody that is not heavy, but at the same time quite gloomy.
- It's as if you can feel the picture of a desperate determination of an impostor, who, by his own efforts, or by predetermined events, has almost reached the star, but understands that he is not destined to reach it, and nevertheless, he uses the remaining strength of his pseudo-zenith, dreaming of either winning or at least burning out, like a moth on a torch, not realizing that even this he will not be granted.
Her eyes swept over the spectators gnawing their nails - those who hadn't left early in a blue haze and were still aware of something.
- I see... Something similar, something that might appeal to the plebs in this situation, - her hands play a melody that is not heavy, but at the same time quite gloomy.
- It's as if you can feel the picture of a desperate determination of an impostor, who, by his own efforts, or by predetermined events, has almost reached the star, but understands that he is not destined to reach it, and nevertheless, he uses the remaining strength of his pseudo-zenith, dreaming of either winning or at least burning out, like a moth on a torch, not realizing that even this he will not be granted.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
Небо
