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...in the Soviet Union in the 1920s (repression, it was a disaster for the nobility and the bourgeoisie!!!) I'm singing in my soul... (yes, you're right... ;))
but all that comes out is: kar-kar. I'm writing notes about a walkthrough of an online match...
Только храбрый может признать свою ошибку и только сильный попросить за нее прощения. Для дурака-поражение. Для умного-победа. Для мудрого-мир. Мы в ответе за тех кого приручили.("Маленький принц") От куда мы пришли?Куда свой Путь вершим? В чем смысл нашего Бытья?Он нам не постижим. О сколько чистых душ под колесом лазурным. Сгорели в пепел в прах...А где скажите дым?(Гиясаддин Абу-ль-Фатх Омар ибн Ибрахим аль-Хайям Нишапури). Путник по путям вечности в поисках истины.
...describing his loss to Kha-Belekh in great detail. I don't understand the inhabitants...
P.S. In other words, the report about the loss is presented to Kha-Belekh. That's how it is. And Kha-Belekh is unhappy. He will tear him to pieces and drink blood from his still-living body... he will chop him into pieces with an axe and feed him to the Cerberuses, and he will also...
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
...and, unintentionally, while tossing and turning in your sleep, you end up online and buy 20 luxurious houses on credit! But you don't have any money... I'm doing renovations...
...with my feet stuck in hardening concrete)) I'm getting smashed, falling from a skyscraper (I mean the exact moment when my head splatters on the concrete).
...but it turned out to be just another pathetic imitation... some kind of government, indifferent to oil-producing countries where human rights are violated; and the country's leader turned out to be rather dim-witted... you decided to call this civilization MSHA, and its inhabitants, Americans... I'm not sure...