But don’t care, do not care about everything, you just have to get distracted. I tried, but nothing came out for me, nothing happened. Try to spit again. In the mouth, damn it, it could have been dry, it could be moistened with alcohol, then it will spit that, it will not seem enough for anyone. It can be frightened. But I don’t want to do it today. Somehow later, but not today. But what to do, moonless on my soul, and completely hopeless in my brains. Empty in the bark crumbling. What is it called all this, and how to find a way out of this situation. Maybe the wisdom of the people’s wisdom will tell me what to do. But the well -known Russian folk proverb does not come to me at the mind. Though you crack my head to the end. Something? How much rope is not to twist … no, not she, through the fence of the break leg. With the world along the thread … how not sad, but it is not her. Again, the threads are natives! For some reason, I was drawn to the ropes, after all, I thought about otherwise to tell both myself and others. I’ll try to speak out about something else. To stand up a holy work. The scoundrels are cunning, the scoundrels are dishonorable, applying their cunning and meanness, make them stand for others. The perversion of the human personality, the almost structural formula has been withdrawn. And about the ropes somehow after, if then I want to remember, if I remember. If this is the opportunity to fall out. I will not decide now how it will become.
