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Already almost at the castle, Kin saw how some kind of vampire pressed the tender golden girl against the wall and reprimanded something with fury. The vampire was from the lower ones, the girl from the higher ones. The former oppressed tried to take revenge. Kin go to there.
-In the new world there is equality of opinion. The girl doesn't want you, - Kin said.
-In the new world no one orders me, - the vampire snorted. - That’s enough, we’ve heard enough of what others want.
-I didn’t admit it,- Kin chuckled.
-You better go out, girl, you look after your business,- the guy advised.
-It’s because of people like you Katana is considered a usurper,- Kin sighed.
-Listen, you don’t even mention his name, you all, smeared yourselves with gold, you didn’t know where to shove this gold! Go in a good way, I won't listen to a woman!
-So, should I call Rime so that you listen? – blazed with a purple spidery look Kin.
-Kin? - the vampire recoiled, releasing the higher one, - sorry, lady, there was a mistake.
Kin sighed.
-You are a mistake, I shoul kill you indicatively, you understand? So what this one, - Kin nodded at the stunned and rude attack, and the same salvation of the Kandzirian, - told about how fair our ruler is.
-Well, if for his sake it is necessary ... - the vampire stretched out in front of Kin.
-Nothing.
Kin ordered, and caught the crystal in her palm, which remained in the place of the vampire.
The Kandzirian screamed in horror. Kin smiled wryly at the girl.
-It won’t be long in our world. But the ruler will soon finish what he'd started. Please warn your friends, - Kin said in a singsong voice. - Need I help you somehow, do you want to go to the castle, sit, drink or eat sweets, call you a wave to bring you where you need to?
-No, no, than... ... thanks, I ... ... I'll go, - the girl did not move away from the horror of the murder in front of her eyes.
-Have a nice day, - nodded Kin and, tossing the crystal on her hand, went to the castle.


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Выжженное в ней «моя» больше не пугало. На это слово теперь можно было смотреть, хоть оно продолжало смущать своей категоричностью. Но весь завоеватель был категоричностью и беспрекословностью.
–Твоя. – тихо подтвердила принцесса, задирая голову, чтобы взглянуть в глаза мужчины. – Но я тогда не понимаю, зачем ты дал шанс королю Севера, если ни при каких обстоятельствах не собирался меня ему отдавать?
–Я дал ему шанс не забрать тебя, а полюбить тебя, – улыбнулся Катана. – У всех должен быть такой шанс. Особенно, если они, пусть и неосознанно, просят о нем.
Ито улыбнулась, вспыхнув золотом. А она хотела дать всем шанс полюбить его, потому что они нуждаются в этом. Только по-настоящему, не просто потому что с ним рядом ты будешь находиться возле того, кто владеет миром, а так же, как его любит Кин, Райм. Как она. Как это ни страшно, но так же, как и она. А лучше еще сильнее. Она готова была бы уступить свое место той, что любит сильнее. Но она понимала, что определенного места нет и никогда не будет. В любви нет лестниц, ступенек, мест. Уступать нечего. Можно встать только рядом, стать его воздухом. Звучало высокопарно, но именно так чувствовалось. Он заменял воздух им и дышал ими. Он был миром, он любил всех.
Ито чуть-чуть нахмурилась прежде, чем сказать:
–Если так, то я не буду препятствовать его возможностям.
Она обняла мужчину своими невесомыми объятиями, прижимаясь к нему, вслушиваясь в новую песню мира и с огорчением замечая, что старая так и не пропала, звучит и звучит, старый мир не хотел сдаваться, цепляясь, как она за знакомое и понятное. Крылья, обряды, движения рук, а не выпущенное яркое желание.
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Like Bruegel

132.Choose a proverb, take a photo that depicts it.

At the oracle

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-Oh, dady, dady, how I need you now! - Delya thought as she followed the dark figure.
And then the stern face of his father appeared in his mind.
"You don't need an assistant, but knowledge, Delya. It is accurate knowledge that inspires confidence. And it is the confidence that brings victory. Learn to understand what knowledge you need to reach your goal."
Her father said it so often, but Delya had a good quiet life, it never occurred to her to take her father's advice. What for? If all was going well. Karen solved all the problems at the very beginning. And now… damn house, damn photos. That's why my father didn't like it so much when Delya went to his mother. "There is too much concentration of the past in this house. And it is so compressed and mixed that it is very difficult for them to enrich themselves for a better future. And your grandmother is a part of this past, she does not want to part with it and does not want to leave it to die in peace. This is very it is harmful, Delya, to drag the past into the present and the future." Yes, dad, it's bad. But it just came. It came and pulled everyone in.
The dark figure of the guide stopped and bowed his head respectfully. Before they shone a golden throne in the form of a blossoming bud, and on the throne either sat or stood, it was impossible to understand, probably an oracle. Whether the body, or his attire, was also covered with gold inserts.
-Hello,- Delya greeted, -I don’t know how you should be treated here, I was sent to you by Saib, Keeper of Transitions.
-I know, - the oracle interrupted her.
His voice was calm and pleasant and somehow did not fit in at all with his appearance. Such a voice, with a cheerful confidence in, her father's friends and acquaintances spoke like that - geologists, builders, designers, biologists.
Delya winced. She had not heard such voices for a long time, they seemed to belong to another race, indivisible by nationality and having so many forms of manifestation, which left along with its incomprehensible country, in which everyone cared about everything. Now, on the other hand, everything is much clearer - no one cares about anyone or anything.
-What should I do? - Delya asked.
-Look for the good. Your son and husband were attracted to the good. Will find it, will find them. If you force them to refuse this good, it will stop keeping them in the bad.
Delya rubbed her eyes.
-You know, you have such a voice, but what you say... can you be more specific, where exactly should I go now and where to start?
-You hear the voice you want to hear, - said the oracle, - start from the beginning, from the photographs.

Уроки труда

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-Ну, показывайте, - улыбнулся Абай Фарэевич, садясь перед экраном.
Школьники подобрались кучнее, встав полукругом за креслом трудовика.
На экране, в пустоте космоса, словно невидимой рукой великана-мага рисовался диск, собираясь на дрожащей раскаленной массе. На диске все четче и ярче прорисовывались объекты новой базы. Выглядело это словно древняя магия пробудилась, и огненная печать богов сейчас откроет сакральные тайны.
Так выглядел проект семиклассников для уроков труда Семиградской 115 школы. И если они рассчитали все аккуратно, если Абай Фарэевич примет проект, то проект передадут в проектный институт, и базы седьмого "В" заполнят космос.

No one knew, but I'm Batman

131.Imagine today that you are a character in any narrative, behave in the context of his life, but do not sleep in front of people)))

Hospitality of the Last Resort

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-Welcome, welcome, and here you are, finally arrived, - a monster with an insect body, branched arms and a humanoid face walked towards the couple from the purple darkness.
The gender of the creature was impossible to determine. At least Radha couldn't. Noisy, sinisterly cheerful, feigned ingratiating something did not seem more dangerous than anything that was here on the Dark Side. The creature did not inspire confidence, but it did not frighten, at least after the first "oops".
-How glad I am, I am Faypari, you can call me Faya, - the creature introduced itself.
-Hello, - Alisher stepped towards the monster and opened his arms.
Faypari incredulously but cheerfully looked at the man, waved his hand and stepped towards him. Branches-arms lashed the man's back, wrapping around him.
Radha screamed. Alisher hugged Faypari back. There were more and more branches, they slid along Alisher's shirt and pants, poking inside with thin sharp processes, as if trying to pierce him.
Alisher pulled back a little, still smiling amiably, looking into Faypari's face.
-Does the fireplace work in the rooms? - he asked honey, - is there enough firewood?
-Well, I'm sorry, I couldn't help but try, - Faypari said embarrassedly, hoping for understanding, releasing Alisher, taking away the branches and carefully straightening the shirt on the man.
-Are you Radha? A beginner?
-You know... - the girl tried to assess what had happened. It looks like Alisher knows this monster. It will be necessary to ask him... the first fear passed and Radha was delighted that her acquaintance knew something about this place.
-Of course, dear, of course! All visitors come here, so of course I know, let's go. You will have a nice room.
-And how much ... how much does it cost?
Faypari glanced at Alisher, met his heavenly gaze and flashed a smile.
-Nothing, dear. The room is included in the payment for why you are here. When you pay for what you want to get here, poor Faypari will also be paid. Breakfast and lunch are included, by the way.
Alisher chuckled.
It was also dark inside, only the place where the guests were walking was illuminated.
-Only you need to leave a deposit for the key,- Faypari smiled, laying the carved key on the counter.
-Yes, how much? - Radha nodded.
- Oh, just a nail, I'll return it when you leave. Here, - Faypari pointed to the scissors in the organizer, which lit up from the darkness.
And Alisher appeared out of the darkness.
-I'll pay bail for both of us,- the man smiled as he took the scissors.
-Yeah? Oh, stop it, Alisher, if so, since you vouch for the new one, you don’t need a deposit, - Faypari said politely. It suddenly seemed to Radha that the monster was afraid of something.
-Well, rules are rules, - the darkness distorted Alisher's features and, as it often seems in the dark, he seemed to be grinning, not smiling.
-Don't! - Faypari squealed, and the organizer and scissors disappeared. The monster immediately smiled politely again. - Do you want one room?
Faypari snarled through his teeth.
Alisher shrugged and looked at Radha. She was embarrassed to stay with a stranger in the same room, but she did not want to be alone in this place either.
-I don't mind, - said Alisher and smiled at Radha, - it's always crowded here, so if you don't mind...
-No, - Radha smiled with relief, - I don't want to be alone.
The girl confessed and she immediately felt somehow easier.
-Second floor, number 13,- Faypari muttered.
-Thank you, - mockingly thanked Alisher.
As the couple disappeared from view, Faypari's smile faded.
-Why does he need this new one? - a creature similar to a potato appeared on the counter.
-Who knows, Atok, we don't know what she's done.
-Yes, - Atok, the embodiment of a curse, stretched out his legs-protrusions, sighing noisily, - but something bad, very bad, since Alisher came.
- The cat dragged in, - Faypari nodded. - why he does not sit in his halls.

Что такое - знать?

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Амисса грустно смотрела на переливчатые миры, сидя на краю скалы. Зрелище, конечно, красивое, но девушку оно не радовало.
Она не знала, что делать дальше. Высший мир ее не пускал. Этого хлыща Некстера пускал, а ее нет. А Некстер еще и смеялся.
-Все горюешь? - раздался насмешливый голос.
А вот и он, притащился.
-А тебе чего надо? - как можно грубее ответила она, не оборачиваясь.
-Мне, как обычно - гармония вселенной, - Некстер легко запустил камень в разноцветье миров.
Тот, точно рассчитанной Некстером траекторией, полетел в разноцветный хаос, касаясь потоков и оставляя после себя формирующиеся миры.
Амисса обернулась к мужчине.
-Вот скажи, как так, я ведь знаю все, что ты.
-Ты не знаешь то, что я, ты просто послушала про то, что я знаю, я все время пытаюсь тебе объяснить разницу между прослушать знание и усвоить знание.

Comics

130. Take 14 book titles, draw a comic on them.
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Correct targeting

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-Just listen to what they write, literature is a business. When it's a business it's no longer literature. They also need to straighten their hands ... with an ax... on their shoulders! With this, - the antiquary nodded at the ancient Scandinavian ax, above some old carved chest of drawers.
Edik looked at the ax and nodded.
-Yes, it's all clear, but where can I get real clients? - he asked.
-I don't know, let's print your leaflets, put them at the entrance and at the cash desk, at my place. Sometimes junk lovers and collectors like to turn to magicians. Either damage to an old thing, or something else. Everyone wants miracles.
-Well, you can, but it's not that ... how to make them come to me in a stream? - Edik stretched out his long legs and almost lay down in a comfortable old chair. - Where can I place an ad so that everyone knows?
-Well... - Kar thought out.
A bell rang in the next room.
-Oh, get ready, now we will arrange the junk, they brought a new batch, - Kar got up.
Edik exhaled deeply and looked out the display window. Behind the glass, the town was celebrating summer. Kar spread his hands.
-Well, I don't know, put your ad in a magic ball, you're a magician. Let's go already.
And the antiquary went to meet the forwarder. Edik looked at the golden stone ball. He stood on a thin stand and seemed to float in the air.
-Magical services, I solve problems of any complexity, - Edik said into the ball and went to the back room, following his friend.
XXXX
-Hello, Salon Magic from the heart, - Una answered cheerfully on the phone.
-Hello, I just heard your announcement, do you solve problems of any complexity? - timidly asked at the other end.
-Yes, what happened to you? - Una asked amiably.
-I need to get my soul back, I lost it in backgammon.
Una rolled her eyes.
-Yes, of course, we will return your soul, welcomely come.
-Thanks! - the male voice on the other end rejoiced, - but I can’t come. Would you come after midnight to the crossroads at the hippodrome. The passage between the worlds will open and I can get out.
-Well, of course, - Una sighed and quickly added, - we take an advance payment.
-Yes, I understand. Do you take souls?
-No, only money, precious stones and metals.
-Well-well. I will bring gold with me. It is a pity that you do not accept souls, I have very good ones.

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