Happy New End!
woke up 20 minutes ago and about to go to lentu.ru, I realized that everything yesterday, pardon the word , shit left in yesterday. The mood is back, and tears, frustration and all that crap left in the gap from 11 pm to 5 am. I remember the December 29 and 30, two beautiful days in the studio apartment, where there is no salt, and sugar was over toilet paper, and all the crumbs in the bed, because that emerge from the warm blankets did not want both of us. Drunk party was dancing, captured on camera, almost demolished by the plasma and the lack of a few pans, for In order to prepare fine food.
-Damn, I want a sweet, well I really want sweet!.
-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, God in the flat, at least something to eat? "
breaks into a smile when I remember how we were too lazy to get out of bed and we came up with the concept of robots that will bring all of you and you will continue to chop up food for silk underwear. And, as we are, at times two or three, stood up out of bed and went to the store for a sweet, because breaking Sugar, Mars and ice cream was unbearable. How to brush your teeth? "We were in pajamas and jackets on top, I think it passersby were happy, considering that in 24-hours of our preferences were not satisfied, had to pitch to the grocery store )))))) (Pecan good modern word that can not be used in secular circles to describe the gravity walk, especially in the eerie cold)
Ah, Home Sweet Home! felt two days was at home, not taking into account the smell of water, tar soap, lack of utensils, musty whipped cream and the lack of blinds for the bathroom. But a heated floor and could not wear shoes or socks and walk barefoot, as I like! "Plus been besonnye night, talking about life, laughter and good movies.
How Grishkovec said: "The mood has improved!" A new day, bright and good morning! And the past few days minus 5:00 last night = Christmas mood. And no matter what I do not even know the people with whom the happy occasion will mark the NG (an abbreviation synonymous I have to Natalia G., not New Year) , of the entire company, only one person is my friend. Will be unpredictable! I love to guess!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Iron On Transfer For Laser Printer
Between Love and Madness
I'm often proud for their friends, they often manifest themselves in different situations, which gave me occasion to think about them as heroes. But sometimes it is these same friends can make hurt. The day before the new year, they can just spit on you, just give up and vse.Slysha echo odnochestva, after a friend was gone. You are crying, swearing, All your love gives way to rage ... and then prikraschaesh swearing and just quietly crying, curled up lump and feels like something exploded in grudi.Bolno and difficult to pull it all out himself, or rather impossible .... Then, you take yourself in hand and blew her nose well calm down, vyteraesh tears and comes some smirenie.V this humility, no no love, no rabies, there is only one question: How do I continue to communicate? And the answer is no power and ideas! I know that I ask and fast, always so it turns out, not to say that "never again ...". Everything will be. Everything will be someday, but not now. Enough already about the sad, do not want to lose their 100% happy mood, it lasted in my chart sentiment since last Wednesday ... Although that here already, it fell, but I want to vernut.Mne need it, tomorrow is a holiday!
worried about whether I due tomorrow? "No, everything in life too quickly, everything changed in a matter of seconds! Nothing to worry about, or rather not for that, what an irony - thoughts materelizuyutsya! Holiday alone, it sounds tempting, but the adventurers do not never surrender! "Everything is changing and the changes do not affect the color of the face, like a clay mask, they zakolyayut us! Shake useful, do not know where I'll go tomorrow, but already a couple of days I spent away from home and it adds my new hits on my mood charts at 100%. Home Sweet Home! And where is my home? "Hopefully in the near future I will find a place which will be my real home. I think there is not even in place, and TOGETHER. The house next to the man who loves you and whom you love, these feelings should find yourself in one man. Home is where the two lovers and loved ones are always together. I say: "Good-bye this year!", As said at last call: "Farewell to School!". The word "Farewell" painful, but we pronounce it, is often spared. But words can not say in the opposite direction.
I'm often proud for their friends, they often manifest themselves in different situations, which gave me occasion to think about them as heroes. But sometimes it is these same friends can make hurt. The day before the new year, they can just spit on you, just give up and vse.Slysha echo odnochestva, after a friend was gone. You are crying, swearing, All your love gives way to rage ... and then prikraschaesh swearing and just quietly crying, curled up lump and feels like something exploded in grudi.Bolno and difficult to pull it all out himself, or rather impossible .... Then, you take yourself in hand and blew her nose well calm down, vyteraesh tears and comes some smirenie.V this humility, no no love, no rabies, there is only one question: How do I continue to communicate? And the answer is no power and ideas! I know that I ask and fast, always so it turns out, not to say that "never again ...". Everything will be. Everything will be someday, but not now. Enough already about the sad, do not want to lose their 100% happy mood, it lasted in my chart sentiment since last Wednesday ... Although that here already, it fell, but I want to vernut.Mne need it, tomorrow is a holiday!
Latest two days surprised me a life situation. This very often, all vlyublyayutsya find and teryayut.I inspired me the way a person can fight! Someone parted ways with its second half, holding her, giving her beloved freedom. Humbled and just breaks all the links, leaving only memories. And someone losing their steam, realizes that it was love, crying into my pillow and saying "do not take love autumn. Yes, men can cry, they also know how to feel and can be sentimental and romantic, they can run for us on the wings of love, and can remember all the moments spent together with his beloved. They can ... Splitting happiness, we begin to fight for him again. Everyone does it their own way. What will happen and how it will be depends on our choice.
Tomorrow New Year! The end of this eventful life under the name "2010". There was a lot a lot total. Was the New Year with friends, was on March 2, the last call, exams, it was my birthday, it was a warm summer and a trip to the lake, was the first sailing, which I will never forget was the tenderness and love, was the camp and the Crimea, replaced krymchikom Krymka was fun and carefree, it was the sea and the fun nights and besonnye sozhertsanie stars, lying on blankets, was Vice Miss crazy, it was autumn and the Institute, meet new people and new interests, was October and there was pain, frustration was and new hopes, were the challenges and successes of crushing the hell of the first session and has already passed the first ekzamen.Byli ups and downs, promises were and disappointments, new hopes and new faith, new goals and new horizons for the achievement of which you zamahnulsya.Vse changes ... Everything! I can not even believe that all it happened to me for some 12 months. I do not want to leave this year, but there is no choice, the time is always moving and so we also have to move. Do not stop go ahead, mature and grow wiser, to learn from mistakes and acquire new.
worried about whether I due tomorrow? "No, everything in life too quickly, everything changed in a matter of seconds! Nothing to worry about, or rather not for that, what an irony - thoughts materelizuyutsya! Holiday alone, it sounds tempting, but the adventurers do not never surrender! "Everything is changing and the changes do not affect the color of the face, like a clay mask, they zakolyayut us! Shake useful, do not know where I'll go tomorrow, but already a couple of days I spent away from home and it adds my new hits on my mood charts at 100%. Home Sweet Home! And where is my home? "Hopefully in the near future I will find a place which will be my real home. I think there is not even in place, and TOGETHER. The house next to the man who loves you and whom you love, these feelings should find yourself in one man. Home is where the two lovers and loved ones are always together. I say: "Good-bye this year!", As said at last call: "Farewell to School!". The word "Farewell" painful, but we pronounce it, is often spared. But words can not say in the opposite direction.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Bc Investment Property
33 happiness
Finally I can sit with a cup of coffee and knocking the keys. So many events, so many thoughts that I did not even know how to succinctly describe them. Everything started 25.12.
25.12 I was at the Winter Ball in the Students FINEKe.
"Alexander and Ivan, I ask you ..."
Until this phrase, uttered the lead was still entire 3:00 non-stop dancing. Entering the hall, I'm not telling about the adventures of the protection , filled with people in suits and no, here I allude to a girl in a transparent dress with a cut to the priests and a cut on his stomach in order to demonstrate his piercing; question - what Shamahanskaya queen did at the winter ball, plagued me the first 5 minutes, all the rest of the time I tried not to forget which way I walk and tirelessly repeated, when the dance changed partners, "Good evening! Sasha. " So, entering the room filled with people in costumes, masks, we are with Ivan hit the flow of steam going. As they say, unfortunately, but in my opinion, to the great happiness, We are vanquished well understood what to wear masks with faces stiff it is not our style, so we lit the whole ball of drunken star. We were just Sasha and Vanya. All secular FINEKa Society, corrupt correspondence tests for 5 thousand rubles, repeating the same dance moves all evening. Personally, I laughed all the time in all their heroic power and playing a prank on all the rules that must be broken. Having earned a compliment that we have a great pair of photos, camera which, incidentally, is haunted us all night, we became even more to smile. The girl with the camera constantly praised my dress and said that we handsome and zazhigalochki. Still, we're stars. Therefore, no surprise, we were interrupted by an apple-candy pause, and then again went to my a wonderful partner to shock the public with our signature move, and a loud laugh. After the tango, I finally decided to remove the mask and settle down. Still, before we heroically withstood a few laps square dance with different partners, add to that the polka, during which you feel a young kid, galloping through the green meadows, and believe me after this we Vanya higher than the Hercules with its 12-D. Thus, removing the mask, my great partner, I, our friends and just people we have gathered around his furious energy, contemplated the dance of some pros, when obvili Contest to the King and Queen of the ball. Within seconds Vanya pulled the mask from his jacket pocket and began to tie it at me. Then he dressed, his paetchetogo Zoro, he handed me a hand and we went to tsentr.Okruzhennye dozens of pairs of-competition, we danced, danced, not by rules, which in my opinion for we did not even write. As Ivan said: "We are the Indigo children." During the waltz figure we went across the hall, leaning cheek to each other and putting hands forward like a compass arrow, choosing a waltzing round. Merging for some time to waltz, we hatched a new idea moves ala Sasha and Vanya. Ah, our beautiful waltz)))) When did Rock N 'Roll, we have finally fulfilled our zagovorcheskoe movement - jump on Vanya, shouting "YUHU. Was funny, fun, loud, defiantly, and most importantly we just came off in the crowd are equally profi.A dancing in the end? Queen and King of the ball were a few pairs. Second place was taken by us, but first some experts in their field of graduate school, studying dance for many years. In my opinion, we Vanya real Twister I sang Billy Helle in the song "Let's twist again". Most of all I liked how we ranked as: "The most extravagant and creative couple, Alexandra and Ivan, I beg you. " When the girl came up to this for a few minutes and asked our names, I did not think it's all over so just krasivo.Poluchaetsya Sacha and Vania, the Prince and Princess Bala, but you need to somehow call our second place ))))
All FINEKovsky elite was very surprised when мы говорили в микрофон, что мы из
Политеха. После этой фразы, мы стали еще популярнее, нас начали спрашивать,
откуда же мы узнали о бале. Забавные и задорные the guys from the Polytech furor, a success, and so on, say what you like, but we left satisfied with Vanya and merry, though not absolutely forces.
In the absence of an account in contact since Durov for nearly a fortnight I was blocked, I can not see beautiful pictures of the girl with the camera, which we liked. I hope soon to get them through third parties. In the meantime, attach these horrible pictures, but all the same shots with the ball!
woke up at 13:20 on Sunday, I'm full of energy and caffeine left for new exploits. I do not want to paint all day every minute, but the time was held good and fruitful. Will focus on a few hours of my life 26 days 12 months of 2010. In the evening, 2 hours prior to the ballet, I learned that I was going at him. The girl should look great anytime and anywhere. Having learned this rule a long time ago, I had time for a few seconds to change course in the direction of Michael's on the way dialing numbers guys to build out another invitation. Alas, everyone was talking about important matters and the inability to break away from the spot. Oh, you do not vkushateli (another word coined by me) adventure! We even tried to offer an invitation to passers-by the theater, free and gratis. I guess it was funny from the outside: two strange men, boy and girl with smiling faces and the phrase "I'm sorry you need a ticket to the Nutcracker? We have extra, we'll give you, as soon after the New Year! "Invitation disappeared, and a sense of willingness to donate is left, I felt good Santo. "The Nutcracker" was breathtaking, I remember how it went when I was 10. Seven years later, I saw the same ballet with the same pleasure I smiled when I saw them the ball and then, as the Nutcracker charms, as he will again meet with the girl. Generally I'm mad about ballet, I always liked very much small delicate ballerina and baleruny so easy wearing them on his hands, as if these women know how to fly. In the ballet so elegantly combines dance and music so excellent. All words spoken by the movements, and all the emotions are dictated by the music. And this, of course, very childish but packs dancers like cotton clouds that you see in the airplane window, so soft and fluffy. After the ballet evening not even going to end! I'm and Yegor reached m.Sadovaya, I forgot street name, which was our tachila (ooh, I love this word patsanskoe tachila). How could I forget, I thought that this plate with the number of homes 7 and the street name will remain in my memory for a long time. So when we got to Sadovaya, got into the frozen machine, I could not feel her knees, they just stiff, about the fingers and nose, I generally keep quiet. I thought that we swallow warm up quickly, but including the stove, I was horrified eerie siren, published this most stove, like chicken cackles, only in the very quickening tempe.Tut I realized bask have the old way, his hands thrust in his jacket and tighten armpits, nose, warm breath, and leg rubbing against each other. Minus one problem. Plus the second issue. We do not leave, buksuem snow in the rut and back is not give it someone smart parked. I had to go dig the snow to turn around in scanty space. Contemplating how Yegor without mittens throws snow in the nearby car, I finally turned into a penguin. Minus one problem. Snow under the wheels is no more. Place one problem. Two ice body, sitting in silence in the cabin with a stuffed under his arms and hands pressed to her knees. A few minutes later minus one problem. Left. Plus one problem. 2 minutes of deafening sirens for the sake of heat, which is practically atrophied our ears. After that, everything went otlichno.My left on the sparkling garlands Nevsky, and in one voice singing the song "holiday comes to us" from the advertising of Coca-Cola. I felt so happy, bright garland, my favorite Nevsky, the smell of trees, which lay on our back seat and singing Egor. I felt as if we eat in a magical van Coco-Cola, and "Celebration comes to us, the holiday comes to us. Brings fun and invigorating taste. Holiday flavor is always present ... "
Here we are at home, ten minutes to twelve, I left my shoes in the car. Oh well, sleep is possible without shoes, even loved ones. Still, tales of forgotten shoes are in life.
27.12.2010 .- day no worse than the previous two, and most importantly no less intense. There are no more forces share his joy in such detail. The main thing I came to the Yukon, I saw all my favorite guys, expensive exhaust and GO. It was funny, I went into the audience, the video is already showing. I open the door, I go inside, on the frame when Makar screams into the camera: "And Alex has lost his treasure, ha-ha-ha," speaking about the ring, which numerator me the finger, somewhere in the water, went on staff, GO as it found the diving to a depth of mask and as I ran to him and hug him. I just felt like that today will be a speech about me and went under the triumphal Speech Makara.Video I suffered in the summer, the impression that here only yesterday the train Sevastopol - St. Petersburg came to Peron. So much funny was this August, so funny and veselogo.Postepenno memories fade, but those videos and photos are reviving them with the new emotions and novыmi chuvstvami.
28.12.2010. Урааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа. Pervый эkzamen zachetke Tues. Otlichno. Eщe A Z vsem pohvastalasь its
plechom.Nado as a promotion to start their work of body-artery ))))))) And yet how body artery !!!))))
And buying gifts, in fact already left for 3 days, only 3 days, and a new counting down the days, champagne, smiles and joy in anticipation of a new little life, a long 365 days. Will be a new summer, as I wait for the heat. Because that the summer is better than winter. Because summer GO give me Massandra Palace on my 18-year anniversary, as promised last summer. Men it is always holding back his promise. And before the summer will be a spring, willow, Easter, blooming foliage and a mother and stepmother. And then we'll all sing the words "Once spring on white light ... "
how much I napisala.kak a lot of news and joys lately
Finally I can sit with a cup of coffee and knocking the keys. So many events, so many thoughts that I did not even know how to succinctly describe them. Everything started 25.12.
25.12 I was at the Winter Ball in the Students FINEKe.
"Alexander and Ivan, I ask you ..."
Until this phrase, uttered the lead was still entire 3:00 non-stop dancing. Entering the hall, I'm not telling about the adventures of the protection , filled with people in suits and no, here I allude to a girl in a transparent dress with a cut to the priests and a cut on his stomach in order to demonstrate his piercing; question - what Shamahanskaya queen did at the winter ball, plagued me the first 5 minutes, all the rest of the time I tried not to forget which way I walk and tirelessly repeated, when the dance changed partners, "Good evening! Sasha. " So, entering the room filled with people in costumes, masks, we are with Ivan hit the flow of steam going. As they say, unfortunately, but in my opinion, to the great happiness, We are vanquished well understood what to wear masks with faces stiff it is not our style, so we lit the whole ball of drunken star. We were just Sasha and Vanya. All secular FINEKa Society, corrupt correspondence tests for 5 thousand rubles, repeating the same dance moves all evening. Personally, I laughed all the time in all their heroic power and playing a prank on all the rules that must be broken. Having earned a compliment that we have a great pair of photos, camera which, incidentally, is haunted us all night, we became even more to smile. The girl with the camera constantly praised my dress and said that we handsome and zazhigalochki. Still, we're stars. Therefore, no surprise, we were interrupted by an apple-candy pause, and then again went to my a wonderful partner to shock the public with our signature move, and a loud laugh. After the tango, I finally decided to remove the mask and settle down. Still, before we heroically withstood a few laps square dance with different partners, add to that the polka, during which you feel a young kid, galloping through the green meadows, and believe me after this we Vanya higher than the Hercules with its 12-D. Thus, removing the mask, my great partner, I, our friends and just people we have gathered around his furious energy, contemplated the dance of some pros, when obvili Contest to the King and Queen of the ball. Within seconds Vanya pulled the mask from his jacket pocket and began to tie it at me. Then he dressed, his paetchetogo Zoro, he handed me a hand and we went to tsentr.Okruzhennye dozens of pairs of-competition, we danced, danced, not by rules, which in my opinion for we did not even write. As Ivan said: "We are the Indigo children." During the waltz figure we went across the hall, leaning cheek to each other and putting hands forward like a compass arrow, choosing a waltzing round. Merging for some time to waltz, we hatched a new idea moves ala Sasha and Vanya. Ah, our beautiful waltz)))) When did Rock N 'Roll, we have finally fulfilled our zagovorcheskoe movement - jump on Vanya, shouting "YUHU. Was funny, fun, loud, defiantly, and most importantly we just came off in the crowd are equally profi.A dancing in the end? Queen and King of the ball were a few pairs. Second place was taken by us, but first some experts in their field of graduate school, studying dance for many years. In my opinion, we Vanya real Twister I sang Billy Helle in the song "Let's twist again". Most of all I liked how we ranked as: "The most extravagant and creative couple, Alexandra and Ivan, I beg you. " When the girl came up to this for a few minutes and asked our names, I did not think it's all over so just krasivo.Poluchaetsya Sacha and Vania, the Prince and Princess Bala, but you need to somehow call our second place ))))
All FINEKovsky elite was very surprised when мы говорили в микрофон, что мы из
Политеха. После этой фразы, мы стали еще популярнее, нас начали спрашивать,
откуда же мы узнали о бале. Забавные и задорные the guys from the Polytech furor, a success, and so on, say what you like, but we left satisfied with Vanya and merry, though not absolutely forces.
In the absence of an account in contact since Durov for nearly a fortnight I was blocked, I can not see beautiful pictures of the girl with the camera, which we liked. I hope soon to get them through third parties. In the meantime, attach these horrible pictures, but all the same shots with the ball!
woke up at 13:20 on Sunday, I'm full of energy and caffeine left for new exploits. I do not want to paint all day every minute, but the time was held good and fruitful. Will focus on a few hours of my life 26 days 12 months of 2010. In the evening, 2 hours prior to the ballet, I learned that I was going at him. The girl should look great anytime and anywhere. Having learned this rule a long time ago, I had time for a few seconds to change course in the direction of Michael's on the way dialing numbers guys to build out another invitation. Alas, everyone was talking about important matters and the inability to break away from the spot. Oh, you do not vkushateli (another word coined by me) adventure! We even tried to offer an invitation to passers-by the theater, free and gratis. I guess it was funny from the outside: two strange men, boy and girl with smiling faces and the phrase "I'm sorry you need a ticket to the Nutcracker? We have extra, we'll give you, as soon after the New Year! "Invitation disappeared, and a sense of willingness to donate is left, I felt good Santo. "The Nutcracker" was breathtaking, I remember how it went when I was 10. Seven years later, I saw the same ballet with the same pleasure I smiled when I saw them the ball and then, as the Nutcracker charms, as he will again meet with the girl. Generally I'm mad about ballet, I always liked very much small delicate ballerina and baleruny so easy wearing them on his hands, as if these women know how to fly. In the ballet so elegantly combines dance and music so excellent. All words spoken by the movements, and all the emotions are dictated by the music. And this, of course, very childish but packs dancers like cotton clouds that you see in the airplane window, so soft and fluffy. After the ballet evening not even going to end! I'm and Yegor reached m.Sadovaya, I forgot street name, which was our tachila (ooh, I love this word patsanskoe tachila). How could I forget, I thought that this plate with the number of homes 7 and the street name will remain in my memory for a long time. So when we got to Sadovaya, got into the frozen machine, I could not feel her knees, they just stiff, about the fingers and nose, I generally keep quiet. I thought that we swallow warm up quickly, but including the stove, I was horrified eerie siren, published this most stove, like chicken cackles, only in the very quickening tempe.Tut I realized bask have the old way, his hands thrust in his jacket and tighten armpits, nose, warm breath, and leg rubbing against each other. Minus one problem. Plus the second issue. We do not leave, buksuem snow in the rut and back is not give it someone smart parked. I had to go dig the snow to turn around in scanty space. Contemplating how Yegor without mittens throws snow in the nearby car, I finally turned into a penguin. Minus one problem. Snow under the wheels is no more. Place one problem. Two ice body, sitting in silence in the cabin with a stuffed under his arms and hands pressed to her knees. A few minutes later minus one problem. Left. Plus one problem. 2 minutes of deafening sirens for the sake of heat, which is practically atrophied our ears. After that, everything went otlichno.My left on the sparkling garlands Nevsky, and in one voice singing the song "holiday comes to us" from the advertising of Coca-Cola. I felt so happy, bright garland, my favorite Nevsky, the smell of trees, which lay on our back seat and singing Egor. I felt as if we eat in a magical van Coco-Cola, and "Celebration comes to us, the holiday comes to us. Brings fun and invigorating taste. Holiday flavor is always present ... "
Here we are at home, ten minutes to twelve, I left my shoes in the car. Oh well, sleep is possible without shoes, even loved ones. Still, tales of forgotten shoes are in life.
27.12.2010 .- day no worse than the previous two, and most importantly no less intense. There are no more forces share his joy in such detail. The main thing I came to the Yukon, I saw all my favorite guys, expensive exhaust and GO. It was funny, I went into the audience, the video is already showing. I open the door, I go inside, on the frame when Makar screams into the camera: "And Alex has lost his treasure, ha-ha-ha," speaking about the ring, which numerator me the finger, somewhere in the water, went on staff, GO as it found the diving to a depth of mask and as I ran to him and hug him. I just felt like that today will be a speech about me and went under the triumphal Speech Makara.Video I suffered in the summer, the impression that here only yesterday the train Sevastopol - St. Petersburg came to Peron. So much funny was this August, so funny and veselogo.Postepenno memories fade, but those videos and photos are reviving them with the new emotions and novыmi chuvstvami.
28.12.2010. Урааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа. Pervый эkzamen zachetke Tues. Otlichno. Eщe A Z vsem pohvastalasь its
plechom.Nado as a promotion to start their work of body-artery ))))))) And yet how body artery !!!))))
And buying gifts, in fact already left for 3 days, only 3 days, and a new counting down the days, champagne, smiles and joy in anticipation of a new little life, a long 365 days. Will be a new summer, as I wait for the heat. Because that the summer is better than winter. Because summer GO give me Massandra Palace on my 18-year anniversary, as promised last summer. Men it is always holding back his promise. And before the summer will be a spring, willow, Easter, blooming foliage and a mother and stepmother. And then we'll all sing the words "Once spring on white light ... "
how much I napisala.kak a lot of news and joys lately
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Opti Free Replenish 2oz
be individual, be yourself
first advertising of spirits, which made me peresmatirvat movie a billion times. Music, Sienna Miller and turretless, all you need for a competent advertising ... Creating a fragrance is an art, advertising - it predpossylka to uspehu.Segodnya same sign in Ile de Beaute and take a sample to a cheerful Boss Orange.
first advertising of spirits, which made me peresmatirvat movie a billion times. Music, Sienna Miller and turretless, all you need for a competent advertising ... Creating a fragrance is an art, advertising - it predpossylka to uspehu.Segodnya same sign in Ile de Beaute and take a sample to a cheerful Boss Orange.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Enlarged Heart Foot Pain
We are not alone and this is our happiness
film is based on a story by Robert Silverberg "Seeing the Invisible"
alternate reality, where the punishment for socially dangerous crime pose a special tattoo on a path to a specific person srok.Takih people deprived of contact, left in a sort of vacuum alone with ourselves., ie entirely ignorirovali.Nikakih cameras and gratings. Man is free, but it does not exist for the rest.
man who dared to speak with them, falls under the same penalty.
Capital punishment - Loneliness.
After view, I want to go out and smile at everyone zdarovatsya with every passer-by, to embrace all of you dear people, I want to show everyone that they are there and I have that we are not alone, because we are together, we have each other. ... Janusz Wisniewski, wrote: "loneliness is killing the same way as an ax. Only slower ... " never have to think about how I wanted to be alone! Or have an idea: "I wish this man had disappeared." Disappear because the same thoughts materializuyutsya.Ne release ruki.My draw from them warm.
film is based on a story by Robert Silverberg "Seeing the Invisible"
alternate reality, where the punishment for socially dangerous crime pose a special tattoo on a path to a specific person srok.Takih people deprived of contact, left in a sort of vacuum alone with ourselves., ie entirely ignorirovali.Nikakih cameras and gratings. Man is free, but it does not exist for the rest.
man who dared to speak with them, falls under the same penalty.
Capital punishment - Loneliness.
After view, I want to go out and smile at everyone zdarovatsya with every passer-by, to embrace all of you dear people, I want to show everyone that they are there and I have that we are not alone, because we are together, we have each other. ... Janusz Wisniewski, wrote: "loneliness is killing the same way as an ax. Only slower ... " never have to think about how I wanted to be alone! Or have an idea: "I wish this man had disappeared." Disappear because the same thoughts materializuyutsya.Ne release ruki.My draw from them warm.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Garmin Mounting Brackets
It is getting cold in this island
last three days I do what I want and it's great. Of course, we have to be interrupted in his studies, but I love to learn, so it is not distracting from the list of "want." In recent time, I realized that not to be ashamed of their desires, thoughts and feelings. I understood it clearly. Possibly due to communicating with foreigners, they are different. They are open. They are not ashamed to say komplimenty.Ya every day I hear words you are so stunning, gergeous, beautiful, sweet, gentle, smart .... i just cant take my eyes from you ... i love you, etc. It seems to me I'm the queen in these words, given the fact that they sound tirelessly. I do not feel at ease when several days razgovaivayu with a man somehow do not often hear from the Russian people compliments, we are more rigid and cold. In our lives rarely finds a place such a thing as a pleasant person to do. When we see that someone looks good, we are in the rare case say about it. When we see that someone has won, we do not recognize this and leave the tres anger. Never understood this, did not understand why they can not be happy and love people, talking to them about it, I'm full of different pleasant emotions to different people on this planet and I say this to them. In recent days, I am even more plunged into the sea of love for man, I stopped to wait for calls from my friends, I call myself, I stopped to wait for emails from the people I write myself. I say that I miss when I'm not talking a few days with his Scottish friend, when a few days did not laugh enough, because that with no sense of cold winters and dry winds. I realized the truth, at least for me it was true. If you want to - make , the world changed for a second, because you'll be happier. Call if you want to hear his voice, and write, if tired of waiting for news, tell me what you think, if tired silence. Why tired? Humming lyrics that you like, when you walk down the street, smile to the boy who rode on top of the escalator, you will never see, but it's not proven! prove only that the mother should embrace children 12 times a day at least. And we all are children, and if our mothers can not hug us 12 times a day, ie 1 time each hour, then why do not we hug each other in Pick up where we rejoice that passed the test, when we won some kind of game, why do not we hug each Droit for no reason, just because hochetsya.Zachem restrain the love and joy? "You can laugh and not know such a word as mamihlapinatapei (In the language of Indian tribes, the word , Which is listed in the Guinness Book world record holder as the most succinct, it means: two people watching each other's eyes, each of whom hopes that the second takes the first step to what they want both, but do not dare start) ! must do what you want, I'm not talking about hooliganism, looting, killings and various immoral actions condemned by society and the laws of the crust. I'm talking about feelings, people, words. Should not be shy, do not be afraid. Need to talk ... If you do not understand situation, just ask. If you do not know something, say "I do not know." Why are wise, why complicate things? We do not read each other's thoughts, but we can talk!
must say what you think! Need to give vent to his impulses of thoughts and feelings! Otherwise we will not be alive, otherwise we can not love!
last three days I do what I want and it's great. Of course, we have to be interrupted in his studies, but I love to learn, so it is not distracting from the list of "want." In recent time, I realized that not to be ashamed of their desires, thoughts and feelings. I understood it clearly. Possibly due to communicating with foreigners, they are different. They are open. They are not ashamed to say komplimenty.Ya every day I hear words you are so stunning, gergeous, beautiful, sweet, gentle, smart .... i just cant take my eyes from you ... i love you, etc. It seems to me I'm the queen in these words, given the fact that they sound tirelessly. I do not feel at ease when several days razgovaivayu with a man somehow do not often hear from the Russian people compliments, we are more rigid and cold. In our lives rarely finds a place such a thing as a pleasant person to do. When we see that someone looks good, we are in the rare case say about it. When we see that someone has won, we do not recognize this and leave the tres anger. Never understood this, did not understand why they can not be happy and love people, talking to them about it, I'm full of different pleasant emotions to different people on this planet and I say this to them. In recent days, I am even more plunged into the sea of love for man, I stopped to wait for calls from my friends, I call myself, I stopped to wait for emails from the people I write myself. I say that I miss when I'm not talking a few days with his Scottish friend, when a few days did not laugh enough, because that with no sense of cold winters and dry winds. I realized the truth, at least for me it was true. If you want to - make , the world changed for a second, because you'll be happier. Call if you want to hear his voice, and write, if tired of waiting for news, tell me what you think, if tired silence. Why tired? Humming lyrics that you like, when you walk down the street, smile to the boy who rode on top of the escalator, you will never see, but it's not proven! prove only that the mother should embrace children 12 times a day at least. And we all are children, and if our mothers can not hug us 12 times a day, ie 1 time each hour, then why do not we hug each other in Pick up where we rejoice that passed the test, when we won some kind of game, why do not we hug each Droit for no reason, just because hochetsya.Zachem restrain the love and joy? "You can laugh and not know such a word as mamihlapinatapei (In the language of Indian tribes, the word , Which is listed in the Guinness Book world record holder as the most succinct, it means: two people watching each other's eyes, each of whom hopes that the second takes the first step to what they want both, but do not dare start) ! must do what you want, I'm not talking about hooliganism, looting, killings and various immoral actions condemned by society and the laws of the crust. I'm talking about feelings, people, words. Should not be shy, do not be afraid. Need to talk ... If you do not understand situation, just ask. If you do not know something, say "I do not know." Why are wise, why complicate things? We do not read each other's thoughts, but we can talk!
must say what you think! Need to give vent to his impulses of thoughts and feelings! Otherwise we will not be alive, otherwise we can not love!
Monday, December 6, 2010
Mederma Acne Scars Before And After
Come In Hell
I sit here I am and beautiful nails red lacquer, because tomorrow will wear a black dress! Wonderful female logic, which allows me to obstragirovatsya of snowball called "Problems." Meanwhile, the snow continues to go. And I wonder, when will it all end? That's when I'm finally able to organize all that read into the whole essay, rather than the chaos of thoughts and scattered papers? How do I learn 10 centuries of history and actually when I start to teach them, because the offset is around the corner? When I force learn a certain limit and the entire matrix theory? Speed prilepaniya snow to my someone good as actually glow in front of the student's record week!
I am concerned my thoughts, which are now occupied by others, I can not skontsenrirovatsya! Now I'm typing in LJ and I try not to hit nails varnished, this is funny, though I would now think of the nails, and not about another of my sympathy, which last month found a place in three different forms!
Generally what sympathy I think this is by no means something serious. So I prefer to put all this at the time of the head, after all the player himself creates the rules of the game, and this is no time for adventure. Must be stable, still testing the brain soon. And here I am wondering the most important question: Can I be stable?
I sit here I am and beautiful nails red lacquer, because tomorrow will wear a black dress! Wonderful female logic, which allows me to obstragirovatsya of snowball called "Problems." Meanwhile, the snow continues to go. And I wonder, when will it all end? That's when I'm finally able to organize all that read into the whole essay, rather than the chaos of thoughts and scattered papers? How do I learn 10 centuries of history and actually when I start to teach them, because the offset is around the corner? When I force learn a certain limit and the entire matrix theory? Speed prilepaniya snow to my someone good as actually glow in front of the student's record week!
I am concerned my thoughts, which are now occupied by others, I can not skontsenrirovatsya! Now I'm typing in LJ and I try not to hit nails varnished, this is funny, though I would now think of the nails, and not about another of my sympathy, which last month found a place in three different forms!
Generally what sympathy I think this is by no means something serious. So I prefer to put all this at the time of the head, after all the player himself creates the rules of the game, and this is no time for adventure. Must be stable, still testing the brain soon. And here I am wondering the most important question: Can I be stable?
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
What Does Ff Mean On Electric Blanket
«feat - my little weakness!" - Said Hercules.
my research work published in the edition! Yuhu, I can say that I sostoyavschiysya zhunalist )))))
Joking aside, but I really proud that my work is as much as 2 pages collection, it does not matter whether I write better than their next job or worse, the main thing that I've already done it. We all know that the journey of a thousand miles begins just with one step. And I sdelala.Tak it was nice to find your name in soderzhanii.Bylo exciting to open a section of modern communication processes in politics and to see a heading under which comes the word "author AV Basargina. Frankly, I've already forgotten how nice to hear the word "author". recent times they call me in art school № 6. When the discussion went on in closed semester. And then, I do not consider myself a great artist, who can be proud of what it was called author once formally . more to do, more to achieve, but alas, artistic talent, the success of which I was all prophesied, I postpone. But, gosh, I spread out into a smile of phrases in the preface "under the topic author examines ..."," Author focused on a review of ...". I - THE AUTHOR! I - THE AUTHOR! I - THE AUTHOR!
Damn, how pleasant it is for itself! "Feat - my little weakness!" - Said Hercules.
I guess the main thing now is not zybavat rule: "He proved himself? Stick! "
my research work published in the edition! Yuhu, I can say that I sostoyavschiysya zhunalist )))))
Joking aside, but I really proud that my work is as much as 2 pages collection, it does not matter whether I write better than their next job or worse, the main thing that I've already done it. We all know that the journey of a thousand miles begins just with one step. And I sdelala.Tak it was nice to find your name in soderzhanii.Bylo exciting to open a section of modern communication processes in politics and to see a heading under which comes the word "author AV Basargina. Frankly, I've already forgotten how nice to hear the word "author". recent times they call me in art school № 6. When the discussion went on in closed semester. And then, I do not consider myself a great artist, who can be proud of what it was called author once formally . more to do, more to achieve, but alas, artistic talent, the success of which I was all prophesied, I postpone. But, gosh, I spread out into a smile of phrases in the preface "under the topic author examines ..."," Author focused on a review of ...". I - THE AUTHOR! I - THE AUTHOR! I - THE AUTHOR!
Damn, how pleasant it is for itself! "Feat - my little weakness!" - Said Hercules.
I guess the main thing now is not zybavat rule: "He proved himself? Stick! "
Monday, November 29, 2010
Similar Wifelovers.com
It's not even a thriller, and chetveriller ...
Approximation session, increases abdominal discomfort and makes sure even colder. Awful Mathematics и история,лекторы которых решили провести зачет в форме экзамена.Каждый раз после фразы "зачет в форме эказмена".мне хочется кричать: "ААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА......"
Horrible list of works of literature that I've always loved, has turned into my nightmare! Kosntruktsii intonation of speech and of the set new and unfamiliar to me sat down-material every day I'm trying to fix in his mozgu.Sessiya .... Nothing extraordinary, I can learn, the more my wits I always help out, but set off in the form ekzamena.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ... One lecturer devil in the flesh, and another wise guy who believes that the humanities have no place in Politehe.Togda that make the humanities at Saint Petersburg State University, who is famous for its MATMEHom where actually our teacher of mathematics? "just do something then its logic should operate for most universitetov.No in fact, it spread only to the group in late December 1124 on classification of mathematics. Usually after such thoughts "I'm worried about the fate of humanity - in my face."
Session ....
As Andrei said Garoldovich Knyshev "May God damn it!".
Dai God, to surrender the session, dammit!
That's actually 5 stages of the condition of the student during the session
Approximation session, increases abdominal discomfort and makes sure even colder. Awful Mathematics и история,лекторы которых решили провести зачет в форме экзамена.Каждый раз после фразы "зачет в форме эказмена".мне хочется кричать: "ААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА......"
Horrible list of works of literature that I've always loved, has turned into my nightmare! Kosntruktsii intonation of speech and of the set new and unfamiliar to me sat down-material every day I'm trying to fix in his mozgu.Sessiya .... Nothing extraordinary, I can learn, the more my wits I always help out, but set off in the form ekzamena.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ... One lecturer devil in the flesh, and another wise guy who believes that the humanities have no place in Politehe.Togda that make the humanities at Saint Petersburg State University, who is famous for its MATMEHom where actually our teacher of mathematics? "just do something then its logic should operate for most universitetov.No in fact, it spread only to the group in late December 1124 on classification of mathematics. Usually after such thoughts "I'm worried about the fate of humanity - in my face."
Session ....
As Andrei said Garoldovich Knyshev "May God damn it!".
Dai God, to surrender the session, dammit!
That's actually 5 stages of the condition of the student during the session
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
What Can I Add To Cake Mix
I want to get inside ..... Pom pom Pidou! BA
Hello!
The weekend of November 11th, I finally went to visit the Museum of Modern Art in Metz, Paris Pompidou Center Annex.
I have to stay local because it's been months since I can not find the opportunity to go there.
And then? The building
pleases me with its shapes curled, her 3 exhibition halls stacked like toy building my nephew (2 1 / 2 years), his view of the cathedral. Some works
most talked me than others, I miss usual observation of this type of art.
By cons, through my various trips, I saw different qualities of home.
The Pompidou Center in Metz in the class is "indigent" we have hanging around 1:30 outside in the wind and rain (but what about the yard?). Meanwhile, people were leaving the center. The line of ticket-free (ours) and that of queuing grew.
People came out.
Silence of the firefighter who was monitoring the inputs.
Frozen, we eventually come ... to the tail to the Notes (the machine was broken). The cold helps, as we can we climb the stairs to the toilet.
Leaving the hall first, then I was looking for passage to the second, a guard asks me to keep my umbrella. OK. She's gone somewhere else before I can ask my way!
Well, maybe I will return one day if a show that interests me and I can fit in my schedule, but this is not a favorite. And what
say those who have visited?
Hello!
The weekend of November 11th, I finally went to visit the Museum of Modern Art in Metz, Paris Pompidou Center Annex.
I have to stay local because it's been months since I can not find the opportunity to go there.
And then? The building
pleases me with its shapes curled, her 3 exhibition halls stacked like toy building my nephew (2 1 / 2 years), his view of the cathedral. Some works
most talked me than others, I miss usual observation of this type of art.
By cons, through my various trips, I saw different qualities of home.
The Pompidou Center in Metz in the class is "indigent" we have hanging around 1:30 outside in the wind and rain (but what about the yard?). Meanwhile, people were leaving the center. The line of ticket-free (ours) and that of queuing grew.
People came out.
Silence of the firefighter who was monitoring the inputs.
Frozen, we eventually come ... to the tail to the Notes (the machine was broken). The cold helps, as we can we climb the stairs to the toilet.
Leaving the hall first, then I was looking for passage to the second, a guard asks me to keep my umbrella. OK. She's gone somewhere else before I can ask my way!
Well, maybe I will return one day if a show that interests me and I can fit in my schedule, but this is not a favorite. And what
say those who have visited?
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Creative Posts For Coat Rack
Sasha - Goddess
1) What could be better on Saturday evening spent in good company!
2) What could be better memories of the past itself, when thou me?
3) What could be better than blues and wine?
Best of all this - friends with whom you do not think about these three points, because they are always included.
so much laughter, delicious pastime, emotional conversations and various lokatsiy.A most importantly, that "other - this is someone who knows the melody of your heart and can sing it when you forget the words. "Therefore, I am grateful to my best friend because he does not let me forget one little thing makes Kotra I smeyatsya.Eta change is that "Sasha-goddess." (I smile when I think of printing with a stamp "Sasha-goddess", on hand 27 year old male, on leg 19-year old man and a wrist 17-year old girl)
Could there be something more beautiful change in my life, separated from the people whom you love and appreciate.
In this context, the word "fine" includes a lot of adjectives: fun, reliable, fun, fun, exciting, rather curious,
prityagavtelnie and valuable ...
(a number that is endless, because the Russian language a lot of adjectives, pointing to the positive tone of speech.)
1) What could be better on Saturday evening spent in good company!
2) What could be better memories of the past itself, when thou me?
3) What could be better than blues and wine?
Best of all this - friends with whom you do not think about these three points, because they are always included.
so much laughter, delicious pastime, emotional conversations and various lokatsiy.A most importantly, that "other - this is someone who knows the melody of your heart and can sing it when you forget the words. "Therefore, I am grateful to my best friend because he does not let me forget one little thing makes Kotra I smeyatsya.Eta change is that "Sasha-goddess." (I smile when I think of printing with a stamp "Sasha-goddess", on hand 27 year old male, on leg 19-year old man and a wrist 17-year old girl)
Could there be something more beautiful change in my life, separated from the people whom you love and appreciate.
In this context, the word "fine" includes a lot of adjectives: fun, reliable, fun, fun, exciting, rather curious,
prityagavtelnie and valuable ...
(a number that is endless, because the Russian language a lot of adjectives, pointing to the positive tone of speech.)
Monday, November 8, 2010
Interview Tips 2010 Occupational Therapy
Time
Sometimes I do not know where to put the time, how it flies so fast!
For example, you scheduled a bunch of cases, you get up in the morning, brush up and startuesh with a mark in your spiske.Spisok quite tight, and you're afraid that something just did not have time! And by hook or by hook you carry through the entire day, only would have time to go through all the checkpoints in their plane.A evening, you come home to his little castle with white walls and a smile from ustalosti.Kak nicely: "I All uspela.Ya sdela it! "
And by the end of the week, you go to any uviselitelnye event or to arrange cultural programmu.Ty fully disengage, it is necessary same gain strength for the new sprint races during the week.
So are whole 7 days of your zhizni.I when you look back, your head comes to mind: "How fast time flies! I remember yesterday's Sunday as segodneshnee morning!"
And it's true, 8 days ago was still October, two months ago, I came out of the camp, a half week already my holiday in two months examination in philosophy.
Time passes very quickly! "Sometimes it seems to me that something I do not have time and miss Some veschi.Vchera thought came to me that I could do, if realized that I had stayed one day?
Sometimes I do not know where to put the time, how it flies so fast!
For example, you scheduled a bunch of cases, you get up in the morning, brush up and startuesh with a mark in your spiske.Spisok quite tight, and you're afraid that something just did not have time! And by hook or by hook you carry through the entire day, only would have time to go through all the checkpoints in their plane.A evening, you come home to his little castle with white walls and a smile from ustalosti.Kak nicely: "I All uspela.Ya sdela it! "
And by the end of the week, you go to any uviselitelnye event or to arrange cultural programmu.Ty fully disengage, it is necessary same gain strength for the new sprint races during the week.
So are whole 7 days of your zhizni.I when you look back, your head comes to mind: "How fast time flies! I remember yesterday's Sunday as segodneshnee morning!"
And it's true, 8 days ago was still October, two months ago, I came out of the camp, a half week already my holiday in two months examination in philosophy.
Time passes very quickly! "Sometimes it seems to me that something I do not have time and miss Some veschi.Vchera thought came to me that I could do, if realized that I had stayed one day?
Friday, November 5, 2010
Do I Need Lights On A Small Trailer
The main theme
What friend?
is the one who is always ready to come to help, someone who knows you as yourself, who will never hurt you in your own words or actions.
friend works 24 hours a day and never forgets tebya.Druzhba about is love, but love has no right to be egoistichnoy.Poetomu friends can be friends when they do not forget it all.
What friend?
is the one who is always ready to come to help, someone who knows you as yourself, who will never hurt you in your own words or actions.
friend works 24 hours a day and never forgets tebya.Druzhba about is love, but love has no right to be egoistichnoy.Poetomu friends can be friends when they do not forget it all.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Kawasaki Monster Jacket
NEWs
Life is great puteshestvie.I I am currently on his new etape.Teper my party has changed, the student turned into a studenta.Eto prevrashenie as caterpillars, which eat Timon and Pumbaa, in beautiful colored butterflies.
School gives us the wonderful years. But the university gives you the freedom that you have to learn ispolzovat.Ty can fly where anywhere and do what he ugodno.Ty begin to make decisions about the action or inaction. You're like a cook who prepares a soup, chooses ingredients which give a wonderful taste. At school you were a vegetable, which some cooks washed, cleaned and thrown into the pot.
Roads are changing and it always lights a nas.My lights up with new ideas and new myslyami.Ved always generates novoe.Poetomu change locations I am always pleased. I have - life explorer and change - the main source of my strength.
Life is great puteshestvie.I I am currently on his new etape.Teper my party has changed, the student turned into a studenta.Eto prevrashenie as caterpillars, which eat Timon and Pumbaa, in beautiful colored butterflies.
School gives us the wonderful years. But the university gives you the freedom that you have to learn ispolzovat.Ty can fly where anywhere and do what he ugodno.Ty begin to make decisions about the action or inaction. You're like a cook who prepares a soup, chooses ingredients which give a wonderful taste. At school you were a vegetable, which some cooks washed, cleaned and thrown into the pot.
Roads are changing and it always lights a nas.My lights up with new ideas and new myslyami.Ved always generates novoe.Poetomu change locations I am always pleased. I have - life explorer and change - the main source of my strength.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Bad Cases Of Pityriasis Rosea
demiurges Shambambukli and Mazukta
I started reading these little rasskazov.chestno I do not know how many of them in tsikle.da and it does not matter ... they potryasayuschie.pust them No beautiful literary phrases, epithets, metaphors, and various other means of expression, let the language is simple and obyden, but the satirical and truthful. essence - to show vse.prostota with which talks about this all: the people, peace and the land attached to the stories of particular ottenok.Inogda all too ordinary, so until then guess.
third attempt
Demiurge Shambambukli with a sinking heart, introduced his creation of high commission.
-rubbish!, Grimaced Pervyy.-you look how he curved space!
-Well, even beautiful ...- Vtoroy.-handed This is because of gravity, right?
Shambambukli just nodded. With the gravity and truth got some nonsense. The universe to unravel in the hands, and had to brace the first thing that come up.
-In fact, an interesting idea. Original .- A third watched with interest as the planets run around in orbits .- Notice how well it works. But there should, in theory ...
-This is not cricket! "-Persistently objected Pervyy.-Sun must revolve around the planet, and not vice versa! But
-subjectively and is happening!
-A apples? Why do they fall down, although to fly to the horizon?
-So in fact there is no horizon.
-But subjectively it is!
-Oh, apples, this is a trifle. Rivers flowing down too! Here is the problem!
-There is no problem. Themselves take a look, Oceans, too, at the bottom.
-And why do not they pour out?
-Where?
-Down.
-Where's the bottom?
Commission began to turn creation this way and that, trying to determine where is the top, and where the bottom.
-You know, upside down, even prettier than it looks!
-Stars too much ... I do not like this tinsel.
-and they themselves are too big, perhaps. Monumental, and pompous.
-A outlines of the continents? This is the abstraction of some sort ...
Shambambukli looked down. In fact, initially there was only one continent, but then for some reason broke apart.
-But with gravity - it's interesting invented ...
-Not at all! I think this idea is flawed. Just as this new-fangled friction.
-Well, why! After all, work?
-ugly because! And the apples are falling down. Imagine you're sitting under a tree and it falls on your head!
-Yes, it certainly ...
Shambambukli sighed. It was silly to even hope that his work deserves the name "Best of all worlds."
about the creation of human
Shambambukli called the Demiurge his friend demiurge Mazukte.
-Hey, how are you creating humans?
-out of the mud, but what?
-This is the first. And then?
-What "later"?
-How does he then have to multiply?
-hum ... One person can not reproduce. Need more.
-Two?
-at least.
-This I have myself understood. Tell me, from which the second to do? Too out of the mud?
-No. Then They will receive the same.
-A should be different?
-Well, yes.
-Then, maybe I give him a bear?
-Better not.
-What to do?
-Well, first she made him sleep ...
-and start anew?
-No, not in that sense. Just to sleep.
-And then?
-and then make a second person from a piece first. Cloning taught? Well. Cut man ...
-Wait, no hint! I myself have guessed!
-Well, success to you then.
few centuries demiurge Mazukta went to visit a demiurge Shambambukli.
-Well, how are you?
-It worked!
-It breeds?
-how! Here, look.
Mazukta looked.
-It ... what?
-That they breed.
-That so? Wait a minute, and ... Who is this?
-Where?
-Who is there to man? This is the same ... not a man!
-Well, yes, this is a woman.
-And where did she? Should also have received a second person, and this ... this is some funny creature!
Shambambukli worried.
-I did everything as you said. Lulled man, cut him an edge ...
-edge? Edge?
-Well, yes.
-A had an appendix! He is specifically designed to do this!
-Aah ... That's right, I still wonder why a person with unnecessary details?
Shambambukli with tenderness turned to the man and woman which, while not paying attention to two demiurge, selflessly indulge debauchery.
-In my opinion, nothing happened. Very well. Much better than usual out of the mud.
-Nuu ...- Mazukta rubbed his chin, and - most importantly, works. And generally, all the better. Who knows what would have happened if you had cut the duodenum?
***
Demiurge Shambambukli twirled something in hours and with a contented smile turned to a man:
-three days!
-chevo?
-I say that you will live as long as Three days! That's enough.
-Enough for what?
-To give birth to a son, plant a tree and build a house. On each case - per day.
Man thoughtfully considered in the fingers.
-Malo.
-What do you not? Tree planting - work for an hour! About her son, and I really did not say anything. Well, the house, too, if you try, one day you can build. You do not Need mansion, so shalashik any. Stood to three days.
-No, this will not work!-Man shook his head emphatically .- Son repaired it, you know ... And if daughter get? Remodel is no time left.
Shambambukli scratched his head.
-Yes, I somehow missed ... Well, if you add a couple more days, and for loyalty.
-And for the nine months between them!
-What's the big idea?
man looked at the demiurge reproachfully.
-So I did them not in the cabbage will find!
-Ops ...
Shambambukli slammed his forehead, took out his notebook and began to leaf through it quickly, looking for the basic operating parameters of women.
-Yeah, right ... Nine months. Well, let ten for good measure. Then it is
-year.
-well, a total of three years on his son, and two days ...
-Do not go! "Interrupted a man .- I'm sorry, what I have to point out, but his son should not only give birth but also to his feet to deliver.
-It is not necessary.
-but desirable. And the tree must grow. It, too, did not immediately buckles!
-Main - planted.
-by letter of the law - Yes. And in the spirit?
Shambambukli scratched his nose.
-Well, how many days do you want out to raise her son?
-Well, as long as the tree will not grow.
-A as it grows?
-Watching any tree ...- evasive shrug people.
-Well about?
-three hundred years ...
Shambambukli opened his mouth and could not easily close it.
-twenty years! And no more!
-Well-accommodating agreed to man .- So, twenty years I grow up, then twenty years and has a son ...
-hey-hey! And not a lot you will?
-What am I, worse than its son? If it's growing for twenty years, then I should. We are one species, is not it?
-So-it is so ...- Demiurge Shambambukli took a screwdriver and then climbed adjust clock .- So, forty years ... About
-house forgotten, reminded the people.
-Yeah, right. And one more day to build a lodge ...
-Which tent? - Raised his eyebrows in surprise people.
-Plain hut. To stayed for three days ... Oh, damn it!
Shambambukli turned to the man and sullenly stared at him.
-How many years do you want to build house that will stand for forty years?
-Nuu ...
-All about everything to you a hundred years is enough?
-You know what? - Podkupayusche man smiled and took the demiurge of the elbow .- Come too soon thousands? For good measure.
better world.
Demiurge Shambambukli called his friend demiurge Mazukte.
-Mazukta? Hello. I have a question for you.
-Well?
-In my world, people die, but I have not yet built the underworld! And I do not even know where to start!
-Well, it's simple. Place you have?
-Am.
-divide it into two parts. Is that more - hell. Smaller - a paradise.
-Why?
-Well, of course! After the death of the righteous go to paradise, and the rest - hell. In paradise provided all goods, and to hell without them slaughtered. That's all.
-clear. And how do I tell the righteous from the rest?
-Meaning? The same basics! Those who observe your precepts - the righteous. And who breaks - a sinner.
-Yes, I have yet people do not commanded, they told me and so like.
-hmm ... Well, then those who does not kill, steal, not bear false witness - is righteous and the rest ...
-I have no kills and no steals.
-A rapist is? Adulterers? Child molesters? Horse thief at least?
-Yes, I do not have any crimes!
-general, no?
-Well, yes.
-Nuu ... then you can still do without hell. Create your only paradise, and translate their dead thither.
-What should be in paradise?
-All that can be dream. Everything that you tell your rich imagination.
-That's the fantasy in my tight ... Well, think of something.
-Yeah it's time!-Hemmed Mazukta.-thy the world a thousand years, it seems? Where do you still kept their dead?
-Yes, he put him in the hallway, gave him a record of his life, let him look, while we talk.
-Wait! Who - "it"?
-Man.
-I do not understand. You have that, for a thousand years, only one person has died?
-Yes! The first. Lived his thousand years, and all. Now I do not know where it ...
-Wait, wait! He that died of old age?
-A on what else you could die?
-from hunger, cold, disease ...
-In my world all warm and have enough food.
-and disease are also not?
-No, of course. I am also a newbie to these subtleties have not yet arrived.
-Natural disasters?
-Disasters I turned off, why do I keep things simple.
-wild animals?
-there's no danger.
-War?
-A war-why?
-Well, of course! For the new territories, for power, for grub, for the females ...
-Females are called women. For they do not have to fight, they are enough, and everything is fine. The earth is enough for all products - dam and power to anyone, and the gift is not necessary.
-Yes, what they do you do there then?
-Well ... Cultivators. Develop science, Art, Crafts. Newly invented telescope - so imagine, they found among the near-star companions! I myself do not knew they were there. Pastoralism is very developed, agriculture, too. Dabble in the esoteric ...
-Shambambukli ..?
-A?
-What did you say the address in your world?
-V455112. And why you?
-Why, I want to send their saints after the death of your world. Instead of a paradise. Do you mind?
***
Demiurge Mazukta invited to visit his friend demiurge Shambambukli.
-Oh, hi! It is good that you came, I had a gift for you for New Year.
-On what chronology? - Asked Shambambukli.
-It does not matter. According to some. In some of the worlds is now New Year's Eve, according to the chronology, and a gift. Come on, show.
Mazukta demiurge Shambambukli dragged by the hand and led a tiny world - actually, not even the world, but only a fragment of the world. It was a cozy green valley, covered with a transparent dome of heaven. Under the dome hung gold sun, and down the valley roamed herds of white sheep.
-How sweet!-Pricked Shambambukli.
-That's all you-Mazukta swept the tiny world of hand .- Can insert it in a frame or use in the construction of another world. In short, do what you want.
Shambambukli looked closely at the herds of sheep.
-looks charmingly ... And who are these animals? This
-lambs - shrugged Mazukta .- Your flock.
-congregation?
-Well, yes. Once you have them pasesh, then you're their shepherd. And they are - your lambs. Sheep that is.
-A out the beast, black, and with long horns - who is he?
-A, is ... It is the goats.
-And he that why do we need?
-understand ...- Mazukta hesitated - because that's how lambs. As they shepherd neither specifies the desired path, they are all the same go for the goats. In an extreme case, appoint a goat of some of the fat sheep. So without him, you know, in any way.
-That is, they will assume his master of a goat, and not me? - Angry Shambambukli.
Mazukta laughed.
-okay! The main thing that he knew the kid who's boss.
***
Demiurge Shambambukli pulled on gloves, with a crunch to stretch your fingers and nodded: "get down!"
Man swallowed.
-maybe, somehow ...
-I did not understand - frowned demiurge, - you need a woman or not?
-need - man sighed.
-A time is needed, we will have to wait. This is a short-lived.
-will it hurt? - Doomed man asked.
-how! "- Confirmed his worst fears demiurge .- Do not you shiver! I will conduct the operation under general anesthesia ...
person relax.
-... Local - finished demiurge.
man drew his head into his shoulders and reflexively put his hands to his stomach.
-Down!-Demiurge was determined. He carefully measured dose of anesthetic and injected ulegshemusya man in the stomach.
-Uuh! - Commented on the people.
-Stick it! Man you or not? Think women it will be easier to bear? Even more painful!
man nodded, closed his eyes and his fingers clutched tighter to the edge of the operating table.
The operation was long and hard. The man yelled good mate, he called his mother, whom he he has never been, the wing's last words demiurge, his future wife and the entire female gender in general, cursed his trust and swore that never again, no way ... but this operation is once again over.
Demiurge Shambambukli made the last stitch, zashivaya human stomach, and began to create a woman out of the amputated edge. Here a man could do nothing to help him, except that the prompt from time to time: "hair ... better red ... and chest more ... both breasts, if you can ... And here is a mole ... "
Finally everything was ready and demiurge Shambambukli shoved the man into the hands of a newborn creature.
-Congratulations! You have a woman!
man staggering on the severity and blood loss, suffered at the hands trustingly took him, a woman over the threshold of a new cave.
-So why all this was need? - asked watching the operation through the glass demiurge Mazukta.
-You mean, why were needed pain, blood and suffering?
-Exactly. How I understand that you would not be difficult to crank it quickly and painlessly. So why ..?
-understand ...- thoughtfully handed Shambambukli, rinsing hands after operations - it is because everything was supposed to be? That man wanted a woman. Asked the creator to do it. Creator injected him sleeping pills, put bainki, fuck-tibidoh! - And when a man woke up, he has finished summing woman and say, "to supposedly benefit." And then he will refer to it?
Mazukta scratched behind the ear and held: "the notion of well-atno ..."
-Well. And so ... He may be a little bit of its value? - With the hope Shambambukli said.
***
Demiurge Shambambukli scooped up a thick green cream and generously smeared on his left cheek demiurge Mazukty.
-Is that better?
Demiurge Mazukta critically examined herself in the mirror.
-hmm ... something not enough, he mumbled .- Give me a push-out those fangs.
-Do you also already have two pairs! Here
-third and not enough! And the claws are too short.
Demiurge Shambambukli accommodating helped a friend build the claws and put him into the jaws of another pair of fangs.
-Well?
-Ghastly! - Pretty grinned in the mirror demiurge Mazukta .- What not!
-And what is all this necessary? Well, these spikes, horns, claws?
-I now preside over Judgement Day - explained Mazukta .- Hence, one should waft horror their views.
-I understood it as something else ...- frowned thoughtfully Shambambukli.
-So misunderstood. A quarter of an hour here will be included elected representatives humanity ...
-Only elected representatives?
-course! All of humanity is here does not fit.
Shambambukli looked around the courtroom, something is calculated in his mind and agreed that yes, you can not fit.
-Well. They will come to the Court and the Court must be scary! And how, they ask, their scare?
-Perhaps your majesty and ethereal Lights?
Mazukta laughed.
-People will not catch it! You need something that ... is ... to livers before making his way!
Shambambukli squinted at the swollen fanged face, which became a thoroughbred person Mazukty involuntarily shuddered and looked away.
-And you do not go too far?
-All right. Live, they were not afraid of me, Let him after the death of fright. And besides ... I want to play safe. There, on the ground, and it was pretty creepy. After all, that people had seen at life, they will not be easy to confuse.
-Well I do not know, "sighed Shambambukli .- Something is wrong here, but what - I do not understand.
-And do not - waved a clawed paw Mazukta .- Depart aside and watch me now I will judge his people. Gained experience in senior comrades.
Mazukta umostilsya to the throne of human bones, shifted, and critically looked at the decoration of the hall and ordered:
-go!
high doors swung open, and men came into the hall. Mangled, charred, stitched through the machine-gun Queues, covered with sores and signs of chemical burns ... Entered - and stared at his creator.
-This is how we represent you, and - said after a brief Silence died of radiation sickness, old
Nothing
-Hi, - said the demiurge demiurge Mazukta Shambambukli.
-Hi.
-What are you doing?
-Nothing.
-A-...- and handed demiurge Mazukta .- Why?
-What do you mean why? - Surprised Shambambukli .- To then out of nowhere to do something. I demiurge!
-I myself know very well Why do I need anything, - said Mazukta .- I ask, why did you do it? Can not buy?
-But where do I buy anything good? - Said Shambambukli .- Already in six shops was nothing there.
-Did you sign in the one on the corner, you know, so, with a tiled roof.
-And what is there?
-Nothing.
-Truth!
-Honestly. And very high quality Nothing, I dare say.
Shambambukli beamed.
-Very good. And then I have nothing. Almost.
-And you from what it do?
-how from what? Out of nothing.
-Out of nothing nothing comes out - shook his head Mazukta .- The law of nature. Must first be something, and that's what you work on it, working, trying, and eventually turns out ...
-What?
-Nothing.
Shambambukli sighed.
-So I did everything wrong?
-Why? You have done so.
-pity. I thought I'll do anything myself, but it turned out so-so ...
-but something happened?
-Yes, a little bit. I folded in a drawer.
Mazukta peered into the box and frowned.
-But there's nothing there!
-What do you mean? - Jumped Shambambukli .- And what is there?
-Yes you have here, buddy, this chaos - said Mazukta and pushed a desk drawer .- Remember, nothing can be left unattended. Leave somewhere for a moment - and all have then you will not find anything.
-I thought they did not disappear anywhere. According to the law of conservation.
-It is only in fairy tales - cut Mazukta .- And we have with you ... do not understand why.
***
Etherlords Shambambukli Mazukta were unhurried and theological dispute.
-And I say that from people of good will get you nowhere - said demiurge Mazukta.
-You're wrong - shaking his head Shambambukli .- I affirm that the people can always affect soft persuasion.
-Only coercion - standing on his Mazukta.
-No, the violence has never brought to the good!
-Who is talking about violence? - Mazukta surprised.
-You.
-I was talking about coercion.
-I do not see the difference.
-Her by large, and no.
Shambambukli blinked, puzzled.
-What ..?
-Well, judge for yourself. People - this is the same beast, right?
-No.
-true Shambambukli true. To them as for all animals, can affect a good stick. Sooner or later they realize that they have no choice, and go where you want.
-abuse.
-Right. A coercion - is when you harness them in the cart, and the nose hang tasty carrots. Then they think that they are themselves wherever they like, with their bright elusive goal - but in reality, it's you they behaving. And with much more comfort.
-clear. But people - no cattle.
-Bet?
-Bet.
-Well ... Take, for example, some peace.
Etherlords have some peace.
-Now select any city.
-This one.
-Very good.
-Now try to gently persuade people to ... Well, at least to be fruitful and multiply.
-A, they that does not ..? They
-yes. But not active enough.
-Well, I'll try. Now I will turn to them ...
-Yes? Do you call this freedom of choice? Imagine you are a man, and suddenly, before you descend from the heavens shining figure and begins to propagate e. .. natural reproduction. You dare to disobey?
-You are right, Mazukta. And here something you can apply immediately to all, and that, without miracles?
-ceremony. You're lucky. In this world there is television, and within five minutes of scheduled New Year's address by the President. Can intervene.
-Are you sure that the president would not be in writing?
-Absolutely! - Mazukta snapped his fingers .- Here and there are no records were burned. He'll have to play live. This
-violence ...
-Yes. Speech begins, your turn.
Shambambukli sighed and moved his lips, and on paper lying to the President, stood out new words. The President, as if nothing had happened went on talking. Referred to the difficult political environment, complained the lack of manpower in the country, estimated low level of gross income. Since that day, spoke with feeling president, all people of goodwill to strengthen its demographic consciousness. The state needs new young people: soldiers, workers and scientists. Children - our future, our strength, our pride, etc. etc.
-And you think will come of something worthwhile? - Skeptical Mazukta grimaced.
-Let's see - vaguely replied Shambambukli.
-Okay, let's see.
Etherlords jumped over the year ahead.
-Something I do not see any significant changes - said Mazukta .- Fertility even declined.
-And the president has changed ...
-Uh-huh. Well, Now it's my turn?
-Your. Begin.
At this time, New Year's speech by the President, forced edited Mazuktoy was very brief. The President just opened mouth - and all over the city lights went out.
-So, - Mazukta smiled and walked away from the circuit breaker .- As will be dismantled until all the re-launch - no less than two hours pass.
-A concert? - Angry Shambambukli.
-do without the concert. Do they now have nothing, no light, the TV does not work ... Nine months later, Expect demographic explosion.
-Once you have all too easy to get - Shambambukli upset.
-I do not make.
-And all the same people - no cattle!
-bet again? - Grin Mazukta.
***
-Here! I have given you the proof! - Said demiurge demiurge Shambambukli Mazukte.
-What? "- Did not understand half asleep demiurge Mazukta.
-proof. Led. That people are not brutes.
-Ah, you're about it ... Come, come. Show that you have there.
Mazukta, holding one hand pajama pants, stepped aside and let the apartment demiurge Shambambukli.
-And these with you?
-Yes. These are the people. And they - not cattle.
-That I had already heard. You're the proof is given.
-Behold, I bring. People.
-see people. A proof where?
-Well as ...
-Shambambukli - angrily said Mazukta .- You woke me up at the dawn of the third millennium. You yourself like when you wake at dawn?
-Oh, sorry.
-short! Here are your people. Explain clearly why they are not brutes, or let me sleep peacefully.
-not cattle. Because they do not act under duress, and of love.
-Seriously?
-Yes. I have for several generations, followed closely by this people, strongly courted, sent to tell them the most advantageous way of development. Now they hear me in all respect, praise ...
-Well, wait a minute.
Mazukta turned into people.
-You, with a beard. Answer, Your demiurge and the truth is only valid with tenderness and conviction?
-Yes! - Enthusiastically said persons.
-and you always listen to him?
-Yes!
-And do not argue with him?
-Never!
-Why?
-Of great love for him!
-And why do you love him so?
-All! For he is - our shepherd and we are all - his faithful lambs.
-That is bar? - Demiurge Mazukta chuckled contentedly, and turned to the confused demiurge Shambambukli:
-So, you say, not beasts, eh?
-Come bet again ..? - Timidly suggested Shambambukli.
action and reaction
-Mazukta, well, tell me. Why do I need a doomsday, I can understand. And why should you ever need Flood?
-I? Yes, from what You get the idea that it was my idea?
-But Whose?
-Nuu ... I just responded to the prayer of a dying man in the desert. With the same force with which he prayed.
***
-Look everything is arranged perfectly! - proudly said demiurge Mazukta and nodded to his world.
-Yes, very nice, - has agreed to a demiurge Shambambukli.
-Milo - not the word!
Mazukta opened the folder with a bunch of charts and showed them to someone.
-See, what level of welfare? In science? But art and education? A level my popularity? That's just the same! There is only one tiny little business ...
Mazukta reached out and pressed the "Armageddon"
-Why? "- Cried Shambambukli.
Mazukta turned on him a look of surprise.
Primitive creatures
By demiurge Shambambukli came to visit his friend demiurge Mazukta.
-Hi, what are you doing so gloomy?
-Oh ... Here, he see.
-night after all that I see?
-nothing, there is bright.
Indeed, all was well in sight, because the city was burning. On the streets littered with corpses of the defenders and
assailants on the street two drunken men chased a woman crying, another busily clean out pockets of dead
citizen.
-So what? Asked Mazukta.
-Bad.
-What are you like? It's the same people, primitive beings.
-I made them in the image and likeness! Shambambukli.-sob-Do and in me ... Here is!
-Do not talk nonsense! "- Chuckled Mazukta .- You ask them a starting point, that's all. Well established, well on his
likeness. And then they developed already own, is not it? That's ... developed.
-A most terrible thing you know what? - Hlyupnul nosomShambambukli.
-What?
-That's so ... all - vague gesture indicated by in the face bezobrazieShambambukli - they
commit in my glory and my name.
-What? - Surprise blinked Mazukta - You want to say that they believe in you?
-No. They do not believe, and worship.
-a nightmare - Mazukta winced.
-Uh-huh. Whatever may have committed villainy - "is the creator of us so commanded!" I could not have such commanded!
Even Drunk! Well, you know me, I do not drink almost. But they have a clear conscience, pride themselves
even.
-Human sacrifice still do not practice?-Mazukta inquired briskly.
-Not yet ... I think.
-will soon begin to get ready. I say, primitive beings.
-What do you mean why? And how do I get a table of records, if not complete the game?
Omnipotence
-Hi, - said the demiurge Mazukta came to visit demiurguShambambukli .- How are you?
-What I have to do - shrug demiurge Shambambukli.
-you look tired.
-This is because I'm tired - explained Shambambukli.
-Hmm? - Mazukta depicted on the face of interest.
-people built the temple. And pray there three times a day. And I have to sit here like a fool and listen.
-This is optional - said Mazukta .- You can sit as smart.
-anyway it's hard. Well have some more interesting told - do not you do not. Every day
one and the same, the same words. Already and do not understand, what they say, learn by heart and mumble
automatically, and think about something else.
-Though about interesting than some people think?
-Yes, when as ...
Mazukta sat in a chair back, crossed his legs and make you a cigar, lit it with pleasure.
-Well, when it's like? - He asked, letting the smoke rings from his ears.
-Why, today, for example - Shambambukli said, sitting on a stool .- A man half-thought:
"If Shambambukli omnipotent, can he create a stone that he can not raise? "
-Well, what's the problem?
-What do you mean what? I have very interesting - I can create a stone or can not?
-And try not tried?
-No. This as a theoretical issue rather than a practical one.
-So, you can not - shrugged Mazukta.
-Why can not I? "- Offended Shambambukli .- Assuming that I really almighty ...
-Are you omnipotent?
Shambambukli choked and thought.
-I do not know - he admitted finally .- If I can not lift the stone that he himself had created ...
-come on this stone - waved Mazukta .- Come on, come on, remember the definition of omnipotence!
-Nuu ... this is when ...
-determination does not begin with the words "well, it's when "- strictly observed Mazukta.
-Good. Omnipotence - the ability to do anything. So?
-That's right - nodded Mazukta. Keyword - "please." You want to create a stone - to create the stone.
not want to pick it up - no lift. This is the real omnipotence.
Live
-Where am I? Asked people.
-What a stupid question! - Sigh canary .- And why do you all begin with him?
-And yet, where am I? It's not like any ad, nor heaven.
-A is not then, and not another. This reception demiurge Shambambukli. But now the chef there, I'm for it.
-Who are you?
-I do not see? I have a canary.
man looked carefully.
-Chu! You clockwork.
-So what?
-What are you talking to?
-I do not talk. Just pronounce some phrases from the standard set. True, I have a great set. Well, yes you people rarely something original demand, so that everything is in order.
-But you're not alive!
-I can assure you, I am much more alive than some.
man frowned.
-Not funny.
-Me too. But you me, if you want to know, offended. I - a living thing and proud of it.
-Nonsense. Clockwork canary can not be alive!
-Justify.
-You do not eat or reproduce. That's enough.
-How could I, in your opinion, I can reproduce, if I am the only inhabitant of this world, called * Reception *?
-division.
-And do not think about it!
-So you're alive.
-And you, when he was a living person, multiply by division?
-No, of course.
-So you, too, was lifeless?
-Uh ...
-close the question.
-No, not closed. You do not eat.
-fed.
-What?
-Here! - Canary nodded to his key .- This is my way of eating.
-What a meal, if you someone to have children? - people laughed.
-Not one, but personally demiurge! Here you are - what do you eat?
-Well, the bread, for example.
-And where does the bread?
-wheat.
-A wheat?
-It grows on the field.
-sama?
-Well, yes. Sonyshko shines, the rain pours - and here it is growing.
-Who do you think, gets the sun?
man pondered.
-Well, see for yourself - canary said .- You people can not without all these conventions. Meals are getting through fifth hand. And I - directly from the demiurge. So who of us is more alive?
Naked Truth
Ugly ugly truth lay on the operating table, all enmeshed in tubes and wires.
Mazukta moved his fingers in the surgical gloves and approached the table.
-So what have we here ..?
Shambambukli read data from the plate.
-Name of patient: the truth. Beaten. Brutally. Except addition, over her outrage.
-I see.
Mazukta bent over the battered Truth, carefully felt the stomach and her face darkened.
-Belly was not spared! Will have to cut the Truth uterus.
True moaned.
-child ... My ...
-Is she conscious? - Scared Shambambukli.
-No. Delirious - reassured him Mazukta .- Look, baby sorry! Itself, between Incidentally, my fault!
-What do you mean? "- Did not understand Shambambukli.
-contacted with bad company. Well, as usual: first, there just to take liberties with the truth, then
become an abusive, pull and twist at random, and then ... all in a heap know the truth. And she,
meanwhile, was hard! By
-heavy?
-it does not matter.
-Me no one likes - skoz sleep complained Truth .- At a bare ... The truth ... eyes closed.
Mazukta without commenting injected Truth full syringe of something pink, and she again limp. After
this operation itself is not difficult - even more so, was already accustomed and worked out in detail.
-idea - finally said Mazukta, shaking the palm fruit .- stillborn. That's what happens when
raped Truth. Always.
He buckled on the arm of a dead infant room and sent in dissecting.
-Let's see, maybe because it still be something useful to extract. Now being born as
viable ideas! Perhaps some parts of this can save them.
-Where are we now? - Asked Shambambukli.
-Well, today it's nothing serious. Inspection of the fifth and seventh chambers. Blind Faith and Hope insane.
-A sixth House ..?
-A ...- Mazukta doomed gesture .- The sixth has no funds to help. There is absolutely
hopeless love.
***
-I've already died? Asked people.
-Um - nodded Shambambukli demiurge, not looking up from the study of colon impressive book .- Died. Absolutely.
man hesitantly shifted from foot to leg.
-now what?
Demiurge gave him a quick glance and then buried in a book.
-Now you go there - he is not looking pointed to the inconspicuous door .- Or there - his thumb turned toward the other, is exactly the same door.
-What is it? - Asked people.
-Hell - answered Shambambukli .- Or paradise. On the circumstances.
man stood hesitating, looking from one door to another.
-Ah ... and I was in what?
-And you did not know? - Demiurge slightly raised eyebrow.
-We-ell, - hesitated man .- You never know. Where there I put on my doings ...
-hmm! - Shambambukli laid the book with his finger, and finally looked directly at the man .- For acts that mean?
-Well, how else?
-Well, well - Shambambukli opened the book near the top and began to read aloud .- It says that in the age of twelve, you moved an old lady across the street. Was it?
-was - nodded people.
-This is a good deed or bad?
-Kind, of course!
-now look ...- Shambambukli turned the page - Five minutes later this little old lady moved to another street tramway. If you had not helped her, they would have missed, and the old woman would have lived another ten years. Well, how?
Man dumbfounded blinked.
-Or - Shambambukli opened the book elsewhere .- At the age of twenty-three years you're with a group of friends took part in a brutal beating another group of friends.
-They first climbed "- raised his head man.
-I have written here differently - said the demiurge .- And, incidentally, the state of alcoholic intoxication is not a mitigating factor. In general, you for no reason at seventeen teen broke two fingers and nose. Is that good or bad?
man said nothing.
-After that, the guy could not play the violin, and in fact put more hope. You've ruined his career.
-I by accident - a man mumbled.
-course - nodded Shambambukli .- By the way, the boy from childhood hated the violin. After your meeting, he decided to take up boxing to be able to stand up for themselves, and eventually became a world champion. Continue?
Shambambukli flipped a few pages.
-Rape - good or bad?
-But I ...
-This child was a remarkable a doctor and saved hundreds of lives. Good or bad?
-Well, maybe ...
-Among these lives has been owned and maniac. Good or bad?
-But ...
-A maniac soon slaughter pregnant woman who could become the mother of the great scientist! Okay? Bad?
-But ...
-This great scientist, if you gave him to be born, must had to invent a bomb that could burn half a continent. Bad? Good or bad?
-But I could not just know this! "- Shouted a man.
-course, - has agreed to demiurge .- Or, for example, on page 246 - you stepped on a butterfly!
-And from this, what happened?
Demiurge silently opened the book to the man and pointed a finger. Man read, and her hair began to stir in his head.
-What a nightmare - he whispered.
-But if you do not crush it, it would happen here - Shambambukli pointed in another paragraph. The man looked up and swallowed.
-Issued ... I saved the world?
-Yes, four times - confirmed Shambambukli .- crushing a butterfly, pushing an old man, utterly a friend and stealing his grandmother purse. Each time the world was on the brink of disaster, but thine efforts to get out.
-A-...- a man hesitated for a second .- But on the brink of the catastrophe ... I have it too? ..
-You, you, no doubt. Twice. When fed a stray kitten and rescued when drowning.
The man buckled his knees and he sat on the floor.
-I do not understand - he sobbed .- All that I made in my life ... What I'm proud and ashamed of what ... all the way around, inside out, all is not what think!
-That's why it would be quite wrong to judge you for yours - instructively said Shambambukli .- Is that the intent ... but there's you himself a judge.
He slammed the book and put it in the closet, among other such books.
-In general, when you decide to where you head for the selected door. And I have More Affairs by the throat.
man raised his tear-stained face.
-But I do not know which of them hell, but for a paradise.
-And it depends on what you choose - Shambambukli said.
in my opinion, they are very silnye.ya read, read, read ...
I started reading these little rasskazov.chestno I do not know how many of them in tsikle.da and it does not matter ... they potryasayuschie.pust them No beautiful literary phrases, epithets, metaphors, and various other means of expression, let the language is simple and obyden, but the satirical and truthful. essence - to show vse.prostota with which talks about this all: the people, peace and the land attached to the stories of particular ottenok.Inogda all too ordinary, so until then guess.
third attempt
Demiurge Shambambukli with a sinking heart, introduced his creation of high commission.
-rubbish!, Grimaced Pervyy.-you look how he curved space!
-Well, even beautiful ...- Vtoroy.-handed This is because of gravity, right?
Shambambukli just nodded. With the gravity and truth got some nonsense. The universe to unravel in the hands, and had to brace the first thing that come up.
-In fact, an interesting idea. Original .- A third watched with interest as the planets run around in orbits .- Notice how well it works. But there should, in theory ...
-This is not cricket! "-Persistently objected Pervyy.-Sun must revolve around the planet, and not vice versa! But
-subjectively and is happening!
-A apples? Why do they fall down, although to fly to the horizon?
-So in fact there is no horizon.
-But subjectively it is!
-Oh, apples, this is a trifle. Rivers flowing down too! Here is the problem!
-There is no problem. Themselves take a look, Oceans, too, at the bottom.
-And why do not they pour out?
-Where?
-Down.
-Where's the bottom?
Commission began to turn creation this way and that, trying to determine where is the top, and where the bottom.
-You know, upside down, even prettier than it looks!
-Stars too much ... I do not like this tinsel.
-and they themselves are too big, perhaps. Monumental, and pompous.
-A outlines of the continents? This is the abstraction of some sort ...
Shambambukli looked down. In fact, initially there was only one continent, but then for some reason broke apart.
-But with gravity - it's interesting invented ...
-Not at all! I think this idea is flawed. Just as this new-fangled friction.
-Well, why! After all, work?
-ugly because! And the apples are falling down. Imagine you're sitting under a tree and it falls on your head!
-Yes, it certainly ...
Shambambukli sighed. It was silly to even hope that his work deserves the name "Best of all worlds."
about the creation of human
Shambambukli called the Demiurge his friend demiurge Mazukte.
-Hey, how are you creating humans?
-out of the mud, but what?
-This is the first. And then?
-What "later"?
-How does he then have to multiply?
-hum ... One person can not reproduce. Need more.
-Two?
-at least.
-This I have myself understood. Tell me, from which the second to do? Too out of the mud?
-No. Then They will receive the same.
-A should be different?
-Well, yes.
-Then, maybe I give him a bear?
-Better not.
-What to do?
-Well, first she made him sleep ...
-and start anew?
-No, not in that sense. Just to sleep.
-And then?
-and then make a second person from a piece first. Cloning taught? Well. Cut man ...
-Wait, no hint! I myself have guessed!
-Well, success to you then.
few centuries demiurge Mazukta went to visit a demiurge Shambambukli.
-Well, how are you?
-It worked!
-It breeds?
-how! Here, look.
Mazukta looked.
-It ... what?
-That they breed.
-That so? Wait a minute, and ... Who is this?
-Where?
-Who is there to man? This is the same ... not a man!
-Well, yes, this is a woman.
-And where did she? Should also have received a second person, and this ... this is some funny creature!
Shambambukli worried.
-I did everything as you said. Lulled man, cut him an edge ...
-edge? Edge?
-Well, yes.
-A had an appendix! He is specifically designed to do this!
-Aah ... That's right, I still wonder why a person with unnecessary details?
Shambambukli with tenderness turned to the man and woman which, while not paying attention to two demiurge, selflessly indulge debauchery.
-In my opinion, nothing happened. Very well. Much better than usual out of the mud.
-Nuu ...- Mazukta rubbed his chin, and - most importantly, works. And generally, all the better. Who knows what would have happened if you had cut the duodenum?
***
Demiurge Shambambukli twirled something in hours and with a contented smile turned to a man:
-three days!
-chevo?
-I say that you will live as long as Three days! That's enough.
-Enough for what?
-To give birth to a son, plant a tree and build a house. On each case - per day.
Man thoughtfully considered in the fingers.
-Malo.
-What do you not? Tree planting - work for an hour! About her son, and I really did not say anything. Well, the house, too, if you try, one day you can build. You do not Need mansion, so shalashik any. Stood to three days.
-No, this will not work!-Man shook his head emphatically .- Son repaired it, you know ... And if daughter get? Remodel is no time left.
Shambambukli scratched his head.
-Yes, I somehow missed ... Well, if you add a couple more days, and for loyalty.
-And for the nine months between them!
-What's the big idea?
man looked at the demiurge reproachfully.
-So I did them not in the cabbage will find!
-Ops ...
Shambambukli slammed his forehead, took out his notebook and began to leaf through it quickly, looking for the basic operating parameters of women.
-Yeah, right ... Nine months. Well, let ten for good measure. Then it is
-year.
-well, a total of three years on his son, and two days ...
-Do not go! "Interrupted a man .- I'm sorry, what I have to point out, but his son should not only give birth but also to his feet to deliver.
-It is not necessary.
-but desirable. And the tree must grow. It, too, did not immediately buckles!
-Main - planted.
-by letter of the law - Yes. And in the spirit?
Shambambukli scratched his nose.
-Well, how many days do you want out to raise her son?
-Well, as long as the tree will not grow.
-A as it grows?
-Watching any tree ...- evasive shrug people.
-Well about?
-three hundred years ...
Shambambukli opened his mouth and could not easily close it.
-twenty years! And no more!
-Well-accommodating agreed to man .- So, twenty years I grow up, then twenty years and has a son ...
-hey-hey! And not a lot you will?
-What am I, worse than its son? If it's growing for twenty years, then I should. We are one species, is not it?
-So-it is so ...- Demiurge Shambambukli took a screwdriver and then climbed adjust clock .- So, forty years ... About
-house forgotten, reminded the people.
-Yeah, right. And one more day to build a lodge ...
-Which tent? - Raised his eyebrows in surprise people.
-Plain hut. To stayed for three days ... Oh, damn it!
Shambambukli turned to the man and sullenly stared at him.
-How many years do you want to build house that will stand for forty years?
-Nuu ...
-All about everything to you a hundred years is enough?
-You know what? - Podkupayusche man smiled and took the demiurge of the elbow .- Come too soon thousands? For good measure.
better world.
Demiurge Shambambukli called his friend demiurge Mazukte.
-Mazukta? Hello. I have a question for you.
-Well?
-In my world, people die, but I have not yet built the underworld! And I do not even know where to start!
-Well, it's simple. Place you have?
-Am.
-divide it into two parts. Is that more - hell. Smaller - a paradise.
-Why?
-Well, of course! After the death of the righteous go to paradise, and the rest - hell. In paradise provided all goods, and to hell without them slaughtered. That's all.
-clear. And how do I tell the righteous from the rest?
-Meaning? The same basics! Those who observe your precepts - the righteous. And who breaks - a sinner.
-Yes, I have yet people do not commanded, they told me and so like.
-hmm ... Well, then those who does not kill, steal, not bear false witness - is righteous and the rest ...
-I have no kills and no steals.
-A rapist is? Adulterers? Child molesters? Horse thief at least?
-Yes, I do not have any crimes!
-general, no?
-Well, yes.
-Nuu ... then you can still do without hell. Create your only paradise, and translate their dead thither.
-What should be in paradise?
-All that can be dream. Everything that you tell your rich imagination.
-That's the fantasy in my tight ... Well, think of something.
-Yeah it's time!-Hemmed Mazukta.-thy the world a thousand years, it seems? Where do you still kept their dead?
-Yes, he put him in the hallway, gave him a record of his life, let him look, while we talk.
-Wait! Who - "it"?
-Man.
-I do not understand. You have that, for a thousand years, only one person has died?
-Yes! The first. Lived his thousand years, and all. Now I do not know where it ...
-Wait, wait! He that died of old age?
-A on what else you could die?
-from hunger, cold, disease ...
-In my world all warm and have enough food.
-and disease are also not?
-No, of course. I am also a newbie to these subtleties have not yet arrived.
-Natural disasters?
-Disasters I turned off, why do I keep things simple.
-wild animals?
-there's no danger.
-War?
-A war-why?
-Well, of course! For the new territories, for power, for grub, for the females ...
-Females are called women. For they do not have to fight, they are enough, and everything is fine. The earth is enough for all products - dam and power to anyone, and the gift is not necessary.
-Yes, what they do you do there then?
-Well ... Cultivators. Develop science, Art, Crafts. Newly invented telescope - so imagine, they found among the near-star companions! I myself do not knew they were there. Pastoralism is very developed, agriculture, too. Dabble in the esoteric ...
-Shambambukli ..?
-A?
-What did you say the address in your world?
-V455112. And why you?
-Why, I want to send their saints after the death of your world. Instead of a paradise. Do you mind?
***
Demiurge Mazukta invited to visit his friend demiurge Shambambukli.
-Oh, hi! It is good that you came, I had a gift for you for New Year.
-On what chronology? - Asked Shambambukli.
-It does not matter. According to some. In some of the worlds is now New Year's Eve, according to the chronology, and a gift. Come on, show.
Mazukta demiurge Shambambukli dragged by the hand and led a tiny world - actually, not even the world, but only a fragment of the world. It was a cozy green valley, covered with a transparent dome of heaven. Under the dome hung gold sun, and down the valley roamed herds of white sheep.
-How sweet!-Pricked Shambambukli.
-That's all you-Mazukta swept the tiny world of hand .- Can insert it in a frame or use in the construction of another world. In short, do what you want.
Shambambukli looked closely at the herds of sheep.
-looks charmingly ... And who are these animals? This
-lambs - shrugged Mazukta .- Your flock.
-congregation?
-Well, yes. Once you have them pasesh, then you're their shepherd. And they are - your lambs. Sheep that is.
-A out the beast, black, and with long horns - who is he?
-A, is ... It is the goats.
-And he that why do we need?
-understand ...- Mazukta hesitated - because that's how lambs. As they shepherd neither specifies the desired path, they are all the same go for the goats. In an extreme case, appoint a goat of some of the fat sheep. So without him, you know, in any way.
-That is, they will assume his master of a goat, and not me? - Angry Shambambukli.
Mazukta laughed.
-okay! The main thing that he knew the kid who's boss.
***
Demiurge Shambambukli pulled on gloves, with a crunch to stretch your fingers and nodded: "get down!"
Man swallowed.
-maybe, somehow ...
-I did not understand - frowned demiurge, - you need a woman or not?
-need - man sighed.
-A time is needed, we will have to wait. This is a short-lived.
-will it hurt? - Doomed man asked.
-how! "- Confirmed his worst fears demiurge .- Do not you shiver! I will conduct the operation under general anesthesia ...
person relax.
-... Local - finished demiurge.
man drew his head into his shoulders and reflexively put his hands to his stomach.
-Down!-Demiurge was determined. He carefully measured dose of anesthetic and injected ulegshemusya man in the stomach.
-Uuh! - Commented on the people.
-Stick it! Man you or not? Think women it will be easier to bear? Even more painful!
man nodded, closed his eyes and his fingers clutched tighter to the edge of the operating table.
The operation was long and hard. The man yelled good mate, he called his mother, whom he he has never been, the wing's last words demiurge, his future wife and the entire female gender in general, cursed his trust and swore that never again, no way ... but this operation is once again over.
Demiurge Shambambukli made the last stitch, zashivaya human stomach, and began to create a woman out of the amputated edge. Here a man could do nothing to help him, except that the prompt from time to time: "hair ... better red ... and chest more ... both breasts, if you can ... And here is a mole ... "
Finally everything was ready and demiurge Shambambukli shoved the man into the hands of a newborn creature.
-Congratulations! You have a woman!
man staggering on the severity and blood loss, suffered at the hands trustingly took him, a woman over the threshold of a new cave.
-So why all this was need? - asked watching the operation through the glass demiurge Mazukta.
-You mean, why were needed pain, blood and suffering?
-Exactly. How I understand that you would not be difficult to crank it quickly and painlessly. So why ..?
-understand ...- thoughtfully handed Shambambukli, rinsing hands after operations - it is because everything was supposed to be? That man wanted a woman. Asked the creator to do it. Creator injected him sleeping pills, put bainki, fuck-tibidoh! - And when a man woke up, he has finished summing woman and say, "to supposedly benefit." And then he will refer to it?
Mazukta scratched behind the ear and held: "the notion of well-atno ..."
-Well. And so ... He may be a little bit of its value? - With the hope Shambambukli said.
***
Demiurge Shambambukli scooped up a thick green cream and generously smeared on his left cheek demiurge Mazukty.
-Is that better?
Demiurge Mazukta critically examined herself in the mirror.
-hmm ... something not enough, he mumbled .- Give me a push-out those fangs.
-Do you also already have two pairs! Here
-third and not enough! And the claws are too short.
Demiurge Shambambukli accommodating helped a friend build the claws and put him into the jaws of another pair of fangs.
-Well?
-Ghastly! - Pretty grinned in the mirror demiurge Mazukta .- What not!
-And what is all this necessary? Well, these spikes, horns, claws?
-I now preside over Judgement Day - explained Mazukta .- Hence, one should waft horror their views.
-I understood it as something else ...- frowned thoughtfully Shambambukli.
-So misunderstood. A quarter of an hour here will be included elected representatives humanity ...
-Only elected representatives?
-course! All of humanity is here does not fit.
Shambambukli looked around the courtroom, something is calculated in his mind and agreed that yes, you can not fit.
-Well. They will come to the Court and the Court must be scary! And how, they ask, their scare?
-Perhaps your majesty and ethereal Lights?
Mazukta laughed.
-People will not catch it! You need something that ... is ... to livers before making his way!
Shambambukli squinted at the swollen fanged face, which became a thoroughbred person Mazukty involuntarily shuddered and looked away.
-And you do not go too far?
-All right. Live, they were not afraid of me, Let him after the death of fright. And besides ... I want to play safe. There, on the ground, and it was pretty creepy. After all, that people had seen at life, they will not be easy to confuse.
-Well I do not know, "sighed Shambambukli .- Something is wrong here, but what - I do not understand.
-And do not - waved a clawed paw Mazukta .- Depart aside and watch me now I will judge his people. Gained experience in senior comrades.
Mazukta umostilsya to the throne of human bones, shifted, and critically looked at the decoration of the hall and ordered:
-go!
high doors swung open, and men came into the hall. Mangled, charred, stitched through the machine-gun Queues, covered with sores and signs of chemical burns ... Entered - and stared at his creator.
-This is how we represent you, and - said after a brief Silence died of radiation sickness, old
Nothing
-Hi, - said the demiurge demiurge Mazukta Shambambukli.
-Hi.
-What are you doing?
-Nothing.
-A-...- and handed demiurge Mazukta .- Why?
-What do you mean why? - Surprised Shambambukli .- To then out of nowhere to do something. I demiurge!
-I myself know very well Why do I need anything, - said Mazukta .- I ask, why did you do it? Can not buy?
-But where do I buy anything good? - Said Shambambukli .- Already in six shops was nothing there.
-Did you sign in the one on the corner, you know, so, with a tiled roof.
-And what is there?
-Nothing.
-Truth!
-Honestly. And very high quality Nothing, I dare say.
Shambambukli beamed.
-Very good. And then I have nothing. Almost.
-And you from what it do?
-how from what? Out of nothing.
-Out of nothing nothing comes out - shook his head Mazukta .- The law of nature. Must first be something, and that's what you work on it, working, trying, and eventually turns out ...
-What?
-Nothing.
Shambambukli sighed.
-So I did everything wrong?
-Why? You have done so.
-pity. I thought I'll do anything myself, but it turned out so-so ...
-but something happened?
-Yes, a little bit. I folded in a drawer.
Mazukta peered into the box and frowned.
-But there's nothing there!
-What do you mean? - Jumped Shambambukli .- And what is there?
-Yes you have here, buddy, this chaos - said Mazukta and pushed a desk drawer .- Remember, nothing can be left unattended. Leave somewhere for a moment - and all have then you will not find anything.
-I thought they did not disappear anywhere. According to the law of conservation.
-It is only in fairy tales - cut Mazukta .- And we have with you ... do not understand why.
***
Etherlords Shambambukli Mazukta were unhurried and theological dispute.
-And I say that from people of good will get you nowhere - said demiurge Mazukta.
-You're wrong - shaking his head Shambambukli .- I affirm that the people can always affect soft persuasion.
-Only coercion - standing on his Mazukta.
-No, the violence has never brought to the good!
-Who is talking about violence? - Mazukta surprised.
-You.
-I was talking about coercion.
-I do not see the difference.
-Her by large, and no.
Shambambukli blinked, puzzled.
-What ..?
-Well, judge for yourself. People - this is the same beast, right?
-No.
-true Shambambukli true. To them as for all animals, can affect a good stick. Sooner or later they realize that they have no choice, and go where you want.
-abuse.
-Right. A coercion - is when you harness them in the cart, and the nose hang tasty carrots. Then they think that they are themselves wherever they like, with their bright elusive goal - but in reality, it's you they behaving. And with much more comfort.
-clear. But people - no cattle.
-Bet?
-Bet.
-Well ... Take, for example, some peace.
Etherlords have some peace.
-Now select any city.
-This one.
-Very good.
-Now try to gently persuade people to ... Well, at least to be fruitful and multiply.
-A, they that does not ..? They
-yes. But not active enough.
-Well, I'll try. Now I will turn to them ...
-Yes? Do you call this freedom of choice? Imagine you are a man, and suddenly, before you descend from the heavens shining figure and begins to propagate e. .. natural reproduction. You dare to disobey?
-You are right, Mazukta. And here something you can apply immediately to all, and that, without miracles?
-ceremony. You're lucky. In this world there is television, and within five minutes of scheduled New Year's address by the President. Can intervene.
-Are you sure that the president would not be in writing?
-Absolutely! - Mazukta snapped his fingers .- Here and there are no records were burned. He'll have to play live. This
-violence ...
-Yes. Speech begins, your turn.
Shambambukli sighed and moved his lips, and on paper lying to the President, stood out new words. The President, as if nothing had happened went on talking. Referred to the difficult political environment, complained the lack of manpower in the country, estimated low level of gross income. Since that day, spoke with feeling president, all people of goodwill to strengthen its demographic consciousness. The state needs new young people: soldiers, workers and scientists. Children - our future, our strength, our pride, etc. etc.
-And you think will come of something worthwhile? - Skeptical Mazukta grimaced.
-Let's see - vaguely replied Shambambukli.
-Okay, let's see.
Etherlords jumped over the year ahead.
-Something I do not see any significant changes - said Mazukta .- Fertility even declined.
-And the president has changed ...
-Uh-huh. Well, Now it's my turn?
-Your. Begin.
At this time, New Year's speech by the President, forced edited Mazuktoy was very brief. The President just opened mouth - and all over the city lights went out.
-So, - Mazukta smiled and walked away from the circuit breaker .- As will be dismantled until all the re-launch - no less than two hours pass.
-A concert? - Angry Shambambukli.
-do without the concert. Do they now have nothing, no light, the TV does not work ... Nine months later, Expect demographic explosion.
-Once you have all too easy to get - Shambambukli upset.
-I do not make.
-And all the same people - no cattle!
-bet again? - Grin Mazukta.
***
-Here! I have given you the proof! - Said demiurge demiurge Shambambukli Mazukte.
-What? "- Did not understand half asleep demiurge Mazukta.
-proof. Led. That people are not brutes.
-Ah, you're about it ... Come, come. Show that you have there.
Mazukta, holding one hand pajama pants, stepped aside and let the apartment demiurge Shambambukli.
-And these with you?
-Yes. These are the people. And they - not cattle.
-That I had already heard. You're the proof is given.
-Behold, I bring. People.
-see people. A proof where?
-Well as ...
-Shambambukli - angrily said Mazukta .- You woke me up at the dawn of the third millennium. You yourself like when you wake at dawn?
-Oh, sorry.
-short! Here are your people. Explain clearly why they are not brutes, or let me sleep peacefully.
-not cattle. Because they do not act under duress, and of love.
-Seriously?
-Yes. I have for several generations, followed closely by this people, strongly courted, sent to tell them the most advantageous way of development. Now they hear me in all respect, praise ...
-Well, wait a minute.
Mazukta turned into people.
-You, with a beard. Answer, Your demiurge and the truth is only valid with tenderness and conviction?
-Yes! - Enthusiastically said persons.
-and you always listen to him?
-Yes!
-And do not argue with him?
-Never!
-Why?
-Of great love for him!
-And why do you love him so?
-All! For he is - our shepherd and we are all - his faithful lambs.
-That is bar? - Demiurge Mazukta chuckled contentedly, and turned to the confused demiurge Shambambukli:
-So, you say, not beasts, eh?
-Come bet again ..? - Timidly suggested Shambambukli.
action and reaction
-Mazukta, well, tell me. Why do I need a doomsday, I can understand. And why should you ever need Flood?
-I? Yes, from what You get the idea that it was my idea?
-But Whose?
-Nuu ... I just responded to the prayer of a dying man in the desert. With the same force with which he prayed.
***
-Look everything is arranged perfectly! - proudly said demiurge Mazukta and nodded to his world.
-Yes, very nice, - has agreed to a demiurge Shambambukli.
-Milo - not the word!
Mazukta opened the folder with a bunch of charts and showed them to someone.
-See, what level of welfare? In science? But art and education? A level my popularity? That's just the same! There is only one tiny little business ...
Mazukta reached out and pressed the "Armageddon"
-Why? "- Cried Shambambukli.
Mazukta turned on him a look of surprise.
Primitive creatures
By demiurge Shambambukli came to visit his friend demiurge Mazukta.
-Hi, what are you doing so gloomy?
-Oh ... Here, he see.
-night after all that I see?
-nothing, there is bright.
Indeed, all was well in sight, because the city was burning. On the streets littered with corpses of the defenders and
assailants on the street two drunken men chased a woman crying, another busily clean out pockets of dead
citizen.
-So what? Asked Mazukta.
-Bad.
-What are you like? It's the same people, primitive beings.
-I made them in the image and likeness! Shambambukli.-sob-Do and in me ... Here is!
-Do not talk nonsense! "- Chuckled Mazukta .- You ask them a starting point, that's all. Well established, well on his
likeness. And then they developed already own, is not it? That's ... developed.
-A most terrible thing you know what? - Hlyupnul nosomShambambukli.
-What?
-That's so ... all - vague gesture indicated by in the face bezobrazieShambambukli - they
commit in my glory and my name.
-What? - Surprise blinked Mazukta - You want to say that they believe in you?
-No. They do not believe, and worship.
-a nightmare - Mazukta winced.
-Uh-huh. Whatever may have committed villainy - "is the creator of us so commanded!" I could not have such commanded!
Even Drunk! Well, you know me, I do not drink almost. But they have a clear conscience, pride themselves
even.
-Human sacrifice still do not practice?-Mazukta inquired briskly.
-Not yet ... I think.
-will soon begin to get ready. I say, primitive beings.
-What do you mean why? And how do I get a table of records, if not complete the game?
Omnipotence
-Hi, - said the demiurge Mazukta came to visit demiurguShambambukli .- How are you?
-What I have to do - shrug demiurge Shambambukli.
-you look tired.
-This is because I'm tired - explained Shambambukli.
-Hmm? - Mazukta depicted on the face of interest.
-people built the temple. And pray there three times a day. And I have to sit here like a fool and listen.
-This is optional - said Mazukta .- You can sit as smart.
-anyway it's hard. Well have some more interesting told - do not you do not. Every day
one and the same, the same words. Already and do not understand, what they say, learn by heart and mumble
automatically, and think about something else.
-Though about interesting than some people think?
-Yes, when as ...
Mazukta sat in a chair back, crossed his legs and make you a cigar, lit it with pleasure.
-Well, when it's like? - He asked, letting the smoke rings from his ears.
-Why, today, for example - Shambambukli said, sitting on a stool .- A man half-thought:
"If Shambambukli omnipotent, can he create a stone that he can not raise? "
-Well, what's the problem?
-What do you mean what? I have very interesting - I can create a stone or can not?
-And try not tried?
-No. This as a theoretical issue rather than a practical one.
-So, you can not - shrugged Mazukta.
-Why can not I? "- Offended Shambambukli .- Assuming that I really almighty ...
-Are you omnipotent?
Shambambukli choked and thought.
-I do not know - he admitted finally .- If I can not lift the stone that he himself had created ...
-come on this stone - waved Mazukta .- Come on, come on, remember the definition of omnipotence!
-Nuu ... this is when ...
-determination does not begin with the words "well, it's when "- strictly observed Mazukta.
-Good. Omnipotence - the ability to do anything. So?
-That's right - nodded Mazukta. Keyword - "please." You want to create a stone - to create the stone.
not want to pick it up - no lift. This is the real omnipotence.
Live
-Where am I? Asked people.
-What a stupid question! - Sigh canary .- And why do you all begin with him?
-And yet, where am I? It's not like any ad, nor heaven.
-A is not then, and not another. This reception demiurge Shambambukli. But now the chef there, I'm for it.
-Who are you?
-I do not see? I have a canary.
man looked carefully.
-Chu! You clockwork.
-So what?
-What are you talking to?
-I do not talk. Just pronounce some phrases from the standard set. True, I have a great set. Well, yes you people rarely something original demand, so that everything is in order.
-But you're not alive!
-I can assure you, I am much more alive than some.
man frowned.
-Not funny.
-Me too. But you me, if you want to know, offended. I - a living thing and proud of it.
-Nonsense. Clockwork canary can not be alive!
-Justify.
-You do not eat or reproduce. That's enough.
-How could I, in your opinion, I can reproduce, if I am the only inhabitant of this world, called * Reception *?
-division.
-And do not think about it!
-So you're alive.
-And you, when he was a living person, multiply by division?
-No, of course.
-So you, too, was lifeless?
-Uh ...
-close the question.
-No, not closed. You do not eat.
-fed.
-What?
-Here! - Canary nodded to his key .- This is my way of eating.
-What a meal, if you someone to have children? - people laughed.
-Not one, but personally demiurge! Here you are - what do you eat?
-Well, the bread, for example.
-And where does the bread?
-wheat.
-A wheat?
-It grows on the field.
-sama?
-Well, yes. Sonyshko shines, the rain pours - and here it is growing.
-Who do you think, gets the sun?
man pondered.
-Well, see for yourself - canary said .- You people can not without all these conventions. Meals are getting through fifth hand. And I - directly from the demiurge. So who of us is more alive?
Naked Truth
Ugly ugly truth lay on the operating table, all enmeshed in tubes and wires.
Mazukta moved his fingers in the surgical gloves and approached the table.
-So what have we here ..?
Shambambukli read data from the plate.
-Name of patient: the truth. Beaten. Brutally. Except addition, over her outrage.
-I see.
Mazukta bent over the battered Truth, carefully felt the stomach and her face darkened.
-Belly was not spared! Will have to cut the Truth uterus.
True moaned.
-child ... My ...
-Is she conscious? - Scared Shambambukli.
-No. Delirious - reassured him Mazukta .- Look, baby sorry! Itself, between Incidentally, my fault!
-What do you mean? "- Did not understand Shambambukli.
-contacted with bad company. Well, as usual: first, there just to take liberties with the truth, then
become an abusive, pull and twist at random, and then ... all in a heap know the truth. And she,
meanwhile, was hard! By
-heavy?
-it does not matter.
-Me no one likes - skoz sleep complained Truth .- At a bare ... The truth ... eyes closed.
Mazukta without commenting injected Truth full syringe of something pink, and she again limp. After
this operation itself is not difficult - even more so, was already accustomed and worked out in detail.
-idea - finally said Mazukta, shaking the palm fruit .- stillborn. That's what happens when
raped Truth. Always.
He buckled on the arm of a dead infant room and sent in dissecting.
-Let's see, maybe because it still be something useful to extract. Now being born as
viable ideas! Perhaps some parts of this can save them.
-Where are we now? - Asked Shambambukli.
-Well, today it's nothing serious. Inspection of the fifth and seventh chambers. Blind Faith and Hope insane.
-A sixth House ..?
-A ...- Mazukta doomed gesture .- The sixth has no funds to help. There is absolutely
hopeless love.
***
-I've already died? Asked people.
-Um - nodded Shambambukli demiurge, not looking up from the study of colon impressive book .- Died. Absolutely.
man hesitantly shifted from foot to leg.
-now what?
Demiurge gave him a quick glance and then buried in a book.
-Now you go there - he is not looking pointed to the inconspicuous door .- Or there - his thumb turned toward the other, is exactly the same door.
-What is it? - Asked people.
-Hell - answered Shambambukli .- Or paradise. On the circumstances.
man stood hesitating, looking from one door to another.
-Ah ... and I was in what?
-And you did not know? - Demiurge slightly raised eyebrow.
-We-ell, - hesitated man .- You never know. Where there I put on my doings ...
-hmm! - Shambambukli laid the book with his finger, and finally looked directly at the man .- For acts that mean?
-Well, how else?
-Well, well - Shambambukli opened the book near the top and began to read aloud .- It says that in the age of twelve, you moved an old lady across the street. Was it?
-was - nodded people.
-This is a good deed or bad?
-Kind, of course!
-now look ...- Shambambukli turned the page - Five minutes later this little old lady moved to another street tramway. If you had not helped her, they would have missed, and the old woman would have lived another ten years. Well, how?
Man dumbfounded blinked.
-Or - Shambambukli opened the book elsewhere .- At the age of twenty-three years you're with a group of friends took part in a brutal beating another group of friends.
-They first climbed "- raised his head man.
-I have written here differently - said the demiurge .- And, incidentally, the state of alcoholic intoxication is not a mitigating factor. In general, you for no reason at seventeen teen broke two fingers and nose. Is that good or bad?
man said nothing.
-After that, the guy could not play the violin, and in fact put more hope. You've ruined his career.
-I by accident - a man mumbled.
-course - nodded Shambambukli .- By the way, the boy from childhood hated the violin. After your meeting, he decided to take up boxing to be able to stand up for themselves, and eventually became a world champion. Continue?
Shambambukli flipped a few pages.
-Rape - good or bad?
-But I ...
-This child was a remarkable a doctor and saved hundreds of lives. Good or bad?
-Well, maybe ...
-Among these lives has been owned and maniac. Good or bad?
-But ...
-A maniac soon slaughter pregnant woman who could become the mother of the great scientist! Okay? Bad?
-But ...
-This great scientist, if you gave him to be born, must had to invent a bomb that could burn half a continent. Bad? Good or bad?
-But I could not just know this! "- Shouted a man.
-course, - has agreed to demiurge .- Or, for example, on page 246 - you stepped on a butterfly!
-And from this, what happened?
Demiurge silently opened the book to the man and pointed a finger. Man read, and her hair began to stir in his head.
-What a nightmare - he whispered.
-But if you do not crush it, it would happen here - Shambambukli pointed in another paragraph. The man looked up and swallowed.
-Issued ... I saved the world?
-Yes, four times - confirmed Shambambukli .- crushing a butterfly, pushing an old man, utterly a friend and stealing his grandmother purse. Each time the world was on the brink of disaster, but thine efforts to get out.
-A-...- a man hesitated for a second .- But on the brink of the catastrophe ... I have it too? ..
-You, you, no doubt. Twice. When fed a stray kitten and rescued when drowning.
The man buckled his knees and he sat on the floor.
-I do not understand - he sobbed .- All that I made in my life ... What I'm proud and ashamed of what ... all the way around, inside out, all is not what think!
-That's why it would be quite wrong to judge you for yours - instructively said Shambambukli .- Is that the intent ... but there's you himself a judge.
He slammed the book and put it in the closet, among other such books.
-In general, when you decide to where you head for the selected door. And I have More Affairs by the throat.
man raised his tear-stained face.
-But I do not know which of them hell, but for a paradise.
-And it depends on what you choose - Shambambukli said.
in my opinion, they are very silnye.ya read, read, read ...
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Where I Can Crome My Motor
principle
everything will be okay in the end.
if it is not okay, it is not the end
(somebody very clever)
everything will be okay in the end.
if it is not okay, it is not the end
(somebody very clever)
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Got My Hair Cut Short January 2010
Sell his apartment
Do you know if your house is really ripe for sale.
What the buyer may be interested in acquiring your home?
Certainly, it is always the first impression that will ensure that your buyer has the thunderbolt for your home.
Therefore, you must make sure your home is salable precisely through careful preparation.
Do you assist by an expert for a fee will maximize your chances of success and minimize your own work.
If you do not want to spend too much money by calling a professional working in real estate, you have no other choice than to do it by yourself and make sure your home is suitable for sale.
Now the problem arises, how to impress your buyer?
And now here are some steps to make your home pleasant and potentially marketable to a buyer.
Do not wait to decorate the outside of your home. Impress your buyer caregiver outside appearance of your home.
It is common knowledge that is outside that provides information on the good or the bad conduct of a home, and especially to be very important to your buyer.
Two lines should absolutely be requested at the buyer: its eyes and nose.
By enlivening and taking care of your garden, you will instantly show something very positive.
Steps to perform:
- Mow your lawn ,
- Pull the weeds ,
- Take care of trees,
- Water the flowers and massive
- Arrange the plants carefully,
- Clean your driveway, and lay flowers on the sides to give him a little country air.
- Eradicate all traces of odor: compost, manure, waste,
- Wash all your windows and doors.
- Take away all your tools.
- Put in painting the walls if necessary.
Now that your buyer has been a good idea outside of your home, a few basic functions must be performed to make it comfortable and pleasant appearance inside the home.
It is necessary that the buyer feels in your home as if he was at home comfortably.
Steps to perform:
- Clean the floor and rub it remains dirty places,
- Clean cobwebs,
- Clean carpet with soap ,
- Move your furniture and get rid of bulky
- Scrub closets,
- Clean the garage, basement,
- Wash the windows, leave them wide open to ventilate, it will bring freshness to the inside of the house ,
- If you have pets like a dog or cat, let them take a bath,
- Put some fresh fragrance in your air conditioner.
It is sometimes necessary to make some repairs but also to replace some equipment in your home, especially if the furniture damaged or equipment or appliances off. Check
:
- doors broken or missing,
- The doors of your wrists,
- The vaults,
- The VMC
- broken tiles in the bathroom and kitchen,
- Mixers,
- wallpapers,
- Furnishings,
Imagine some of your friends are also looking to buy, get their share tips and suggestions to make your home more enjoyable and especially marketable. And do not forget that the most important thing is that your friends should feel at home at home.
To sell his apartment , the method is almost similar.
Do you know if your house is really ripe for sale.
What the buyer may be interested in acquiring your home?
Certainly, it is always the first impression that will ensure that your buyer has the thunderbolt for your home.
Therefore, you must make sure your home is salable precisely through careful preparation.
Do you assist by an expert for a fee will maximize your chances of success and minimize your own work.
If you do not want to spend too much money by calling a professional working in real estate, you have no other choice than to do it by yourself and make sure your home is suitable for sale.
Now the problem arises, how to impress your buyer?
And now here are some steps to make your home pleasant and potentially marketable to a buyer.
Spice your outside.
Do not wait to decorate the outside of your home. Impress your buyer caregiver outside appearance of your home.
It is common knowledge that is outside that provides information on the good or the bad conduct of a home, and especially to be very important to your buyer.
Two lines should absolutely be requested at the buyer: its eyes and nose.
By enlivening and taking care of your garden, you will instantly show something very positive.
Steps to perform:
- Mow your lawn ,
- Pull the weeds ,
- Take care of trees,
- Water the flowers and massive
- Arrange the plants carefully,
- Clean your driveway, and lay flowers on the sides to give him a little country air.
- Eradicate all traces of odor: compost, manure, waste,
- Wash all your windows and doors.
- Take away all your tools.
- Put in painting the walls if necessary.
Tackle now inside your home
.Now that your buyer has been a good idea outside of your home, a few basic functions must be performed to make it comfortable and pleasant appearance inside the home.
It is necessary that the buyer feels in your home as if he was at home comfortably.
Steps to perform:
- Clean the floor and rub it remains dirty places,
- Clean cobwebs,
- Clean carpet with soap ,
- Move your furniture and get rid of bulky
- Scrub closets,
- Clean the garage, basement,
- Wash the windows, leave them wide open to ventilate, it will bring freshness to the inside of the house ,
- If you have pets like a dog or cat, let them take a bath,
- Put some fresh fragrance in your air conditioner.
Repair and Replacement
It is sometimes necessary to make some repairs but also to replace some equipment in your home, especially if the furniture damaged or equipment or appliances off. Check
:
- doors broken or missing,
- The doors of your wrists,
- The vaults,
- The VMC
- broken tiles in the bathroom and kitchen,
- Mixers,
- wallpapers,
- Furnishings,
Your friends can provide valuable advice.
Imagine some of your friends are also looking to buy, get their share tips and suggestions to make your home more enjoyable and especially marketable. And do not forget that the most important thing is that your friends should feel at home at home.
To sell his apartment , the method is almost similar.
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