Devilish «mind». Василий Александрович Кмита

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      A girl of extraordinary beauty was looking for a chosen one, among her friends there were always those who wished her well, but there were also rivals. Men blinded for the moments spent next to her, time mercilessly ate their eyes, considering it his duty, but there was a guy who wanted to be with her constantly, and in order not to go blind in both eyes at once and also pay off debts, he divided this meal for a day and night.

      The tale of choice.

      In the city where there was no light, the angel and the devil argued that everyone either runs away from death or catches up with it, well, you can't please without a question, some need a good engine, others need serviceable brakes. You can be stronger than evil, but not stronger than God, so the judge betrayed his funeral. But his friend professor was not discouraged, made a cut of the skin and created the victim again, no one noticed the difference, only the judge began to work twice as much, and the local church bypassed, but this was nothing over time, the church was demolished.

      The tale of addiction.

      One young man was often ill, at that moment it seemed to him that he could do everything and was aware of everything. The girl fell in love with him for his kind disposition and docile nature. And in order to perpetuate his feelings and his illness always continued, she gave birth.

      The tale of inheritance and heredity.

      Our blood brings deeds to the house where you live. Do not lose the invisible key from him.

      A tale about the required number of attempts.

      I am a small boat sailing on the waves of emotional uplift, but after sinking it, a many-headed serpent comes into the world, bringing revenge to the offender and resurrection to the ship. Time – also knows how to speak, then it is difficult to discern the truth, birds cease to be proud of flight, animals hunt their own kind, fish breathe under water, and a person responds to his equal. And pain and fear interfere with thinking, but the boat sails.