Terrible Shine Of An Edge In Hands Of

Terrible shine of an edge in hands of this madman has paralysed thought and will. - That you with me, , do! I after all only you and veins, recollected you every minute! All has overcome to return, and you!. - I promised nothing to you, - as I have deathly said. - and how you looked at me when me withdrew, you do not remember? This sight for me as an icon was, as the sun always from the sky of stars! Clearly? You are silent, a bough, there is nothing to object!. - come to the senses, Nikolay. - Itself come! The hell with you. Live on the selling conscience. You do not wish to go for me so spend with me one only night. Only one! And I it will remember all life. One for all my broken life. Really one your night is the most expensive than my human destiny? "To itself come!" - he me nasally also has laughed loudly. - and, however, I will come to you! Everything, to everybody, it is possible, and I than worse?. - it has directed a knife on me. - has become crazy, come round! - will suffice me as the bull-calfe on a string, to go for you.