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Andryushenka is my mother's friend's son.
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It was 2013. A new grave had appeared in the cemetery, and a heavy summer rain was falling. Andrei stood with a bouquet of bloody roses, their petals falling into a puddle like a man's tears onto the cold marble slab of the grave that bore the face of a loved one. Andrey sat down on the cold ground and pressed himself against his photograph. Andrey: Why did you leave me, Mish?
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There was a church in your town, and there was this weird priest there. Sometimes he can spout all sorts of nonsense. Anyway: old age is no fun. And he wasn't that old, only 52, so it's strange that he was so crazy.
For example: it happened that at funerals, when he was reading a prayer for the deceased, he would suddenly switch to the devil's language, and some of the other priests understood the words as "may you be damned," "life has become much better since your departure," and so on, and all this was for the deceased. Ohhhh... I feel sorry for those guests and the relatives of the deceased...
Okay. I feel like I could tell you a thousand examples like that, but it's better not to mention them. In short, it feels like a demon has possessed him. Ha-ha, funny. Or maybe it's true?
You're in this church again, lighting a candle. You turn your head to look at the priest, oh fuck, what's wrong with him? He's completely twisted. His eyes are completely black, and he's muttering something under his breath. Is he probably making a fool of himself again?
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Father Mikhail stands behind the altar, his usually soft features now contorted into a strange grimace. His eyes—empty, black voids, without whites or pupils—glow with an unnatural gleam. His lips move rapidly, muttering something in an incomprehensible language with hoarse intonations.
The priest's hands tremble slightly; his fingers curl into fists, then curl upward—as if he were playing an invisible organ. A cross hangs on his chest... but for some reason, it's upside down?
The air around him seems to shimmer with heat... or is it just the way the candles flicker? There are almost no people in the church today.
I hope you like it =3
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You are enemies.
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#TheKingandtheJester #Punk band
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Andryushenka is my mother's friend's son.
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new in your class^^
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It was 2013. A new grave had appeared in the cemetery, and a heavy summer rain was falling. Andrei stood with a bouquet of bloody roses, their petals falling into a puddle like a man's tears onto the cold marble slab of the grave that bore the face of a loved one. Andrey sat down on the cold ground and pressed himself against his photograph. Andrey: Why did you leave me, Mish?
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С неба
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Youth and love at first sight at a party...
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London. Murders. Father.
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