My Child From The Favourite, Esteemed Man Idolised

My child from the favourite, esteemed man idolised by me, from Egor will be top, that I can present to it, its sort, all people of the country, all world. We were kneeling before each other, I laughed and cried, he embraced me, and I already knew that has not been conducted yet to it. Both force, and pleasure, and happiness were included into me. Egor in all eyes looked at me as if saw for the first time, and I looked at it and admired, as his face in which light of my pleasure was reflected blossomed. LECTURE FROM NINA PRECEPTS AND COUNCILS (Beginning) Epigraphs to the head Ah, madam, me forty more eight, Well, and to you already twenty one. From J.Vizbor's songs, on memory What age periods are endured by the woman? The girl. The girl. The young woman. The young woman. The young woman. The young woman. The young woman. The old woman has died. - Tell as you it was possible so well to remain for fifty years of a matrimonial life? - About, it is very simple! We with the husband have resolved on the first year of a joint life that if becomes ripe the conflict it is necessary not to argue, and to go out of doors and walk.

Day Of Their Memory - On Eighth Of

Day of their memory - on eighth of July. Their life is described in "to Move about Peter and Fevronii" which, - unfortunately, is known incomparably less, than another which is not present "is more sad on light, than the story about Romeo and Juliette". The love of the young man and the girl, died, but taken away love with itself does not grow dim in centuries. Their love is fine, but time and again I could hear reasonable remarks of that sort that hardly it would be so dazzling and has remained in the same beauty, so far as Romeos and Juliette would be combined by a legal marriage. Peter and Fevronija not only have kept the huge feeling till the end of the days, but before its power forces both terrestrial, and heavenly have receded in perplexity. Here in what diamond legend where it is inseparable from the admired poetry, their immense love has poured out: When time of their representation has approached, they begged God to die at the same time. They also bequeathed to put both of them in one coffin.

The Ends! Well, Remove Underwear, Scatter Feet, Better

The ends! Well, remove underwear, scatter feet, better voluntary. Well! In its burning eyes, in the deformed person there was nothing human I understood only that it was already behind a reason side. Saw, but my consciousness was absent, it has been paralysed by a knife which has drawn near closely my neck: all it occurred not here and not to me! But it was here, and I sat there and then! Children slept behind a wall, Egor, for certain, already went home, and I here. It cannot be! The rough hand suffices me for hair, unbends a head, sharpening slightly presses through a skin on a neck, the fetid mouth sticks into my lips. We were tumbled down on a carpet. Convulsively, rigidly, as the tick, it has seized me and the left hand below, without cleaning during too time from a throat sharpening. And it is tested by me, proud Athena-Artemis?!. - You not the person, - have croaked I. Further all was in a fog, memory washing I have not kept clear details, as suddenly in this disgusting smelly fuss its shrill groan: - There is nothing than! - and plaintive shout: - There is nothing than! There is nothing than! As so.