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Gymnastics for the eyes

146. Close your eyes tightly. Until the muscles themselves relax. Then open your eyes with force. Close your eyes again with force until the muscles are forced to relax. And so 30 times. Well, it would be better to do it for a week.



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Den 38

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The brothel was a very standard, unfinished building - thoughtfully unfinished, walls painted with inept graffiti, among which the encrypted gang correspondence was visible. Rodon and Khan had deciphered the codes of the City's gangs long before Department 42, so Linial's Dep operatives could read this correspondence as a chat on social networks. Concrete, stoves, fire pits - all courtesy of the city. Firokami contemptuously designed a thematic corner for marginals. There were hidden cameras, hidden wiretapping. The authorities at any moment could connect to any brothel and find out everything that happened there. Those degenerate, crazy, paranoid, who said that the Authorities listen to dens, were considered conspiracy theorists.
-Fadge, what's up at 38?- Mergen asked.
-We are already looking at,- the technician replied.
With such technological development, it might seem that detectives don’t need to go “into the field”, but the necessary reactions that showed where to dig, where to apply these technologies, a person gave out only to a living person. Therefore, the City was not afraid of technology, all of them were put at the service of people, not intending to replace him.
Groups of people wrapped in blankets and some rags wandered around the building, trying not to meet the eyes of the Authorities. The building had a shower with hot water, it was unprofitable to break showers, the punishment could be worse than prison. The fine could be forced to work out as a sex toy. And then Master could do not let them go. The service carried out sanitization in the brothels once a week. The dens were the refuge of the marginal, those who did not want to be part of the system, but did not want to leave Firokami either. But this should not have interfered with the "system" residents. Therefore, no smells and unsanitary conditions if you want to walk the streets of Firokami. And there is no, of course, "this is our area." Otherwise, the real owners in the City staged demonstrations, whose area it is.
Therefore, misunderstood, unbuilt, played mental trauma among themselves. And the City, as usual, indifferently looked at this biomass, not distinguishing it from trees, garbage cans, houses and other furnishings.
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У черного отшельника

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-Зд…здравствуйте, - поздоровалась Радха.
Темная фигура внезапно возникшая перед ней осветила пространство.
Радха даже зажмурилась, так отвыкла она от светлого неба на Темной стороне.
Черный Отшельник указал на нее тонким изломанным прутом.
-Чего тебе?
-Вы знаете, Кейлаша утянуло на Темную сторону, я бы хотела его найти и… вернуть.
Отшельник кивнул, вероятно, с подобными просьбами к нему приходили часто. Зачем еще?
-Чтобы вытянуть кого-то с Темной стороны, нужно что-то оставить Темной стороны. Что у тебя есть?
-Я не знаю, а что нужно?
-Тебе нужно замарать тьмой часть твоего сердца. Сделать то, что ты никогда бы не сделала, потому что это ужасно. Тогда Темная сторона оставит себе твой поступок, а Кейлаш твой, кто бы он ни был, уйдет обратно.
-А что ужасного я должна сделать и где? Здесь? Там? Это произойдет само, после того как я сделаю что-то ужасное?
-Да, само, - Отшельник, казалось, усмехнулся, - только твой поступок должен быть хуже поступка Кейлаша.

На Темной стороне. АльбиреоМКГ

School

145. Now there are funny collections of ridiculous remarks or mistakes made by strict teachers. Write your own case. Let's laugh together.


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Dangerous spell

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The genie, in the form of Iska, leaned towards Frey, who briefly cast a spell:
-I see you, Khanas, don't even think about it.
Iskander sighed convulsively, the visions disappeared, and as if everything was forgotten immediately, a vague pleasant feeling remained, as if he had just been thinking about something very important and pleasant, but Frey's voice distracted him, and now the sheikh could not even roughly remember the direction of his thoughts.
With a short cry Jallal lost consciousness.
–Puppy, – Frey gritted, – Khanas, let the boy go.
From a nearby carpet, a man with scarlet glowing eyes turned to Frey. Apart from the eyes, he looked like any of the children of the sand, also wrapped in a dark cloth.
-This is my prey, -the genie spoke melodiously.
-No, the children from that carpet are my preys. I got them before you.
-Well, take them,- Khanas chuckled.
-Otherwise, you will not like your new spell, and I will conjure you next time. Unless, of course, I'm busy,- Frey said.
–A new spell? - the genie laughed, snake-quickly leaned towards Frey.
-You will spend the rest of your time in the arms of Rufus.
Khanas laughed incredulously.
-You can't know Rufus' spell.
-Do you want to check? -Frey chuckled.
Iskander looked a little stunned at the genie, everything seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen it all before. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he recognized every moment that happened. The sheikh looked at Jallal and felt restless again. Iskander opened his mouth and closed it, turning to Frey, for some reason he was sure that the Viking was able to solve this without his intervention. The Sheikh rubbed his hand, which tingled slightly.
-You are too young, you could not have time to learn the spell of Rufus, - said the genie.
-Will you take risks and check or just let the children go? Keep in mind, I don't know how to cancel it, - Frey chuckled, - that is, I can't just prove it to you without launching it.
The genie tossed his head arrogantly.
-You won’t deceive me, human, you would have to live two hundred years to be able to cast this spell.
Frey got up and went to the platform where the readers were leaving and where he was now preparing for the locking spell of the Master of the Garden of Dreams Roshach. Khanas moved closer to Iskander, gracefully folded his arms across his chest. The sheikh sighed and said to himself:
-He will fulfill what he has promised, I don’t know how, but he usually needs quite a bit of time to learn how to harm someone. He knows how to break plans.
Khanas looked attentively at Iskander, then at the confident Viking.
-He's probably already became friends with this Rufus, and Rufus probably owes him something,- said Iskander, feeling irritated again for some reason.
The genie laughed uncertainly.
-That can't be, Rufus is dead and he disappeared many years ago even there. He is lost in the world of the dead.
-Roshach, let me recite a spell for Khanas,- said Frey.
-How can I know that you are not Khanas himself?- Roshach chuckled.
-You can always read your spell after mine,- Frey suggested with a shrug.
Roshach thought for a moment and left the platform. Frey began to cast a spell. Khanas exhaled a chuckle in a particularly touching way and looked at Iskander.
–This is not it! I knew that the man was deceiving me!
-Maybe it isn’t, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work, it’s better to let everyone go as soon as possible.
For some reason, Iskander was sure that Frey was not bluffing and that he really had a way to summon a dead sorcerer. But even if he was deceiving, Iskander was ready to support him. Again Frey was saving his son, now the second one, and he was helpless in this situation.
-He will regret that he wanted to deceive me,” Khanas said ominously.
Light scarlet lightning cut through the air above the desert, a majestic man with snow-white long hair, in a white hoodie with embroidered letters on it, appeared in the shining gap.
-Who dared to call me? - he asked coldly.
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Не та жертва

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-Ты уверен, что в координатах был именно он? Эта нечисть? - Море оказался рядом внезапно, но я уже привык к таким его появлениям. И когда был на берегу, не дергался от того, что кто-то внезапно меня окликал. Если я на берегу и не услышал шаги раньше голоса - значит это Море.
-Да, уверен. А что?
Море посмотрел на темную узорчатую гладь. На себя. Между морем и облаками летела очередная подданная.
-Расскажи, как все было, - потребовал он.
Я рассказал, в который уже раз. Пришел, увидел, позвал, привел, утопил.
-Там больше никого не было? Он не был связан? Его не могли там специально оставить?
-Нет, он не был связан, просто был без сил.
-Нечисть, без сил? Почему?
-Я не знаю. Я подумал, он человек.
Море молчал какое-то время.
-Я дам тебе новые координаты.
-Это не то, что тебе было нужно?
-Нет.
-Может, ты скажешь, что ты ищешь, я тогда смогу лучше искать.
-Это человек. Но если ты увидишь по этим координатам какую-то вещь, все равно неси ее сюда.
-Как он выглядит?
-Я не знаю, - улыбнулся Море.
Как-то так улыбнулся, что я почувствовал то, что не хотел чувствовать никогда. И думал, что теперь уже никогда и не почувствую. Ревность.

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Lies are lies

144. Find seven reasons that could justify lying to you. Remember them, recognize them when they arise, and don't make excuses.


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Master of Mirrors

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Edos told some amazing stories, and Alham tried to repeat the advice from them later. According to such a fairy tale, he can learn to walk through mirrors. He remembered that it was dangerous, it was easy to get lost in them, but Edos said that there is Master of Mirrors, he can call him if he gets lost, and Master will lead him to where he were going or return him back.
-And if he doesn't return me? If he doesn't want to? - Alham asked.
-Why wouldn't he want to?- Edos was surprised and smiled.
-Maybe he's evil,- Alham shrugged.
Edos laughed.
-There are no evil ones, Alham. There are stupid ones. Stupid people do not know much, so they are afraid of much. And when people are afraid of many things, they believe that everyone around them is an enemy. And so they do evil deeds.
-That is, the angrier the person, the more intimidated they are?- Alham asked.
-Of course. And the more ignorant they are, the more intimidated they are. But the Master of Mirrors knows a lot, he sits in the hall of mirrors, and sees all the worlds in the mirrors. So if you ask him, he will take you out.
-Then why didn’t the others who got lost in the mirrors ask him?
-Because they don't know about it. You see, again ignorance has brought trouble.
-Why didn't you tell them?
-I told them,- Edos chuckled, -but they were already so intimidated that they didn’t believe me. And they decided the Master of Mirrors is evil.
-I was also told that he was evil. That you can’t walk on mirrors, because the Master of Mirrors can catch and leave forever in the mirror, like a picture.
-Of course, - Edos chuckled mockingly, - they are all so beautiful that he needed it so much to look at them. Huh, pictures. It's so doubtful pleasure to stare at them for eternity.
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Ужасное

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Озеро темного праха освещалось тлеющими угольками. Нельзя было понять, где небо, а где озеро. На темной стороне не было никаких границ.
Алишер сидел на берегу озера, уронив голову в ладони.
Она где-то здесь, где-то среди этого праха, задыхается от ужаса и стыда.
Дура. Нелюбимая и дура.
-Алишер, - Радха коснулась его плеча.
Мужчина выпрямился.
-Все? Что сказал Отшельник?
-Что я должна совершить что-то ужасное, тогда я смогу отплатить за Сенджи, тогда его отпустят Кейлаша, но я не знаю, что ужасное я могу сделать.
-Он сказал тебе, что когда его отпустят, ты останешься вместо него?
Радха замерла.
-Нет.
-Ну конечно. Сюда приходят, чтобы вернуть кого-то или получить что-то, чтобы быть с этим кем-то или чем-то вместе, но Темная сторона не знает, что такое "вместе", поэтому не может выполнить просьбу, только обмануть.
Алишер поднялся и вздохнул.
-Идем.
-Куда?
-Туда, где есть что-нибудь настоящее, расскажешь мне все.

На темной стороне. АльбиреоМКГ

to Caesar - caesarean section

143. Write down the seven worst things you've ever been told. Verbatim. Sign when it was and who told you this. Reread the notes aloud, with the date and the name of the speaker. Leave these phrases in those dates, do not drag them further with you.



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