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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)




GIVING START TO THE REAL STORY

Literature after the Ukrainian War

HYPERREALISM

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The English girl Evelyn, who is a very young dwarf that we perceive as obligatory overweight, and whom we sympathize with just so we don't feel sorry for her, was an example to people who are behind development. She was one of thousands of young girls who fell in love with Lenin during the years of the dishonest Soviet revolution, which was made to commit genocide against a noble people, even though she was only 14 years old... Except for the snack episodes that cover the novel, the thing worth telling is that the dwarf girl climbs into place on the train, tugging and tugging herself into her seat. And of course, he will have to open his book and read it. The state of opening and reading a book, which is simple enough for us to define what hyperrealism is, never carries the design of what to do at the end of the journey for a dwarf, but the narrative of a dwarf whose content is not a dwarf reaching his destination, throwing his book in his bag and continuing his life from where he left off is a long process, a verity, a process. Then we have to ask, does a dwarf who has reached puberty and a normal young girl settle down on the train and open her book, an invitation to our research? Time is an insignificant task that comes with the invitation of the movement you call time, relativity or relative truth or a similar rudder cannot put anyone on the right line of understanding in this matter in advance. Let's say that the speed of reading a book is the same train already serves the dwarf and the non-dwarf at the same speed, the moment you try to get off at the station where you need to get off, the descent cannot be perceived as changing the length and therefore the time on both sides. It is obvious that there is no way to say no-in any case of the problem regarding to the girl’s under growth level physical retardation-to dwarf Evelyn it is obvious, but in her case, relative would be in the relativity, in the opposite of her, again in the relative past, in the future, in the relativity against relative any the less, in the future. It is steel mini-tethers stretched with equal pressure or equivalent pull that make a wheel of a bicycle, which is not possible to be stretched equally, nor is it possible to measure equality.
Back on stage, the dwarf English girl climbed onto her seat in the commune transportation mean-say railway type camara and took out her booklet. In order for us to make some comparisons, somewhere else in the world or England, a dwarf English girl and three healthy English girls the same age as a dwarf English girl and a young and healthy alternative to a public transport vehicle, in another option, unhealthy, in the same manner, older than a dwarf English girl, healthy or unhealthy.

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The English girl suffering from stunting-in one term if we could call it a disease, of course-could explain the difference that separated her from people considered healthy by exceeding the criterion of living forever within a certain period of time. Because, while almost everyone, even everything, which exists in a limited time, tends to be forgotten after a while, his life always would slide towards the viewer's world, like a meteorite that is thought to be a star. However, our case, in which we must remember the obligation to call a young lady even if she is squat, was prompted to evaluate it as a work of art or an object of definition with an artistic aspect, which will be encountered from time to time by anyone who has the power to read her own life process and write someone else's, who can understand what she listens to, and makes sense of what she sees. It must be said that he was enthusiastic because it was not a case of self-deception, the object was concrete, clear. The young, handicapped girl—to a lesser extent, to some extent, disabled-was locked in an “event-time” with what she would spend in the world.
What was that? The beginning and the end, the sounds, thoughts, colours in memo are a certain memory record… a record open to everyone, which cannot be limited to individuality. Before and after Evelyn, a entity known to everyone, at least predicted in the form of a single story, which gives it the main unity it is in. In that event, there is no definition of just remembering the event: In the evening, after total fall of dark, the lights of the windows of the department about monetary payments of the government office, which was built with German discipline, generously pour onto the road. At the entrance of the open barber shop, ornamental tools that spin bright red and white spirals, two radiating cylinders rotate, saturated with light from all directions. There is obviously a detective inside the detective-patterned coat that passes in front of the building, and his presence allows to clearly identify the thyme of the lamb chops that decorates the table in the house one street away. Everything waits to be described as it stretches out to infinity. The body of the British girl with short, chubby legs with developmental delay, has a forced delay while running. Delay is eternity for those who want to leave a mark. Evelyn takes this chance.

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)




GIVING START TO THE REAL STORY

Literature after the Ukrainian War

HYPERREALISM

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Before she came to Russia suffering from civil war she used to walk sadly down the middle way of modesty, wondering how she was ever to get out it and restart her birth process again. Once wandering around the Kremlin suddenly she came upon a little crowd whose bigotry all made of solid belief of act against believing anything but unbelief ; there was nothing on it except a tiny good deeds key, and Evelyn's first thought was that it might belong to one of the procedures of the non-biased thought-if not free thought-; but, alas, either the locks within the brains of semi idiot communist militants were too large, or the key that could be useful for the thought beginners was too small, but at any rate it would not open any pure thought window through their brain gyrus bundles. However, on the second time round, she came upon low curtains conceivable afar but she had not noticed before, and behind them little doors about containing some dozen words: she tried those little golden keys in the locks of some mediocre militants’, and to her great delight it fitted each time she would try! Evelyn opened some chattering doors and found that they led into some big passages of disgust-or rather general hatred-much larger than a that of a rabid hyena: her modesty talk knelt down and looked along the passage into the limitless disgust fed against everything you ever saw. How they longed-if they longed indeed-to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those feelings of bright love and those cool fountains of helping all creatures, and yet seemingly they could not even get her head through the narrow gate of Marxist revolution when they sobbed mumbling "and even if our head would go through," thought probably poor powerful militants, "it would be of very little use without our avarices. Oh, how we wish we could shut up like a satellite! We think we could, if I only knew how to begin." For, one see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened in the civil war, that Evelyn had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by narrow gates opening everything but freethought, so she went back to a stool, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for elevating people up like satellites!

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THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)


Although the phrase "young English girl" is used a lot in the episode like narrations, it is difficult to say that the distinction between male or female, young and old can be used in descriptions linked to a dwarf person. Even though she herself say the leprechaun found the right to fall in love with someone of the opposite sex, and especially to fall in love with a celebrity like Lenin, she would find it funny if anyone wrote "To Miss Evelyn" when presenting a Christmas gift to her. One day, when one of her talking with Lenin-with a goatee elegant, his knowledge rude, and his feelings broken-they agreed that the names of men, women, gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, which we know, would not fit well with almost anyone in the mortal world. However, if this agreement was shared between the parties, it would lose its meaning, because Lenin's aim was to eliminate social respect addresses such as esquire, pasha, lord, and master. The girl, on the other hand, sincerely wished that everything that was said would not be left in the air in terms of meaning. The factor that prevented Evelyn from fully explanation through her point of view to Lenin on such a vital issue was impossible because of the different moods during the day. Eventually this is it because, according to her point of view, it was not possible to even match the hours, let alone the people. For example, four in the morning was 4 by accident, but 4 or 16 in the afternoon was four out of necessity.
When Evelyn thought about all those well disputed matters she was not far from considering her situation satisfactory, although after such musing induced moments she always told herself that this was just where the considerable yet nonsense moments lay. Direct communication with the bigshots or rather Soviet authorities escorting Lenin was not too difficult, for well-organized as they might be, those authorities had only to defend something far from reasonable subjects, in the name of ration and indeed invisible gentlemen’s principles, whereas the twos was fighting for something very close to the twos, for themselves, and doing so, at least at first, of their own free bundles of will, for the was the one on the attack. And not only was he fighting for himself, so too, it seemed, were other powers unknown to him, although the measures taken by the authorities allowed them to think within the freethought in the agenda introduced by Evelyn.

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Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

The dwarf English girl could not be assumed as a subject to be discussed anyhow because of her physical handicap. The proposal and the subject are known separately, so that the sub-sentence can be understood in every pattern. But the meaning of the other foreign word is to be openly ridicule as the assumption... In short, the girl had to find a way to make statements without discrimination, minus her style., and yet Evelyn was someone who would neither refer to humanity in the ostensible sense, nor would she be bothered by it with the suspicion of avarice, the meaning of which is unknown to many. However, her misfortunes regarding the stages that the soul and body would reach together due to her physical disability could not escape from her attentivity peevish and scrutinizing. For this reason, the English young girl not only wrote a high narrative equivalent to the education level of the country she came from, but also began to share her own narrative with everyone by heart: People are not born and die. Like adopted cats, crows, and even old-faced bulldogs after they passed the kitten stage, they would constantly reach new youthful stages, and look back on their old naive but well-meaning days from afar, just as they equally remember and forget their way back home in the evening. The only exception to this was the state of dwarfism. To Evelyn the dwarf, she, like all her peers, had to live only one youth and, admittedly, longer than medium or tall people.
However, the fact that from the first the comrades had met her wishes in minor matters-and so far, nothing more had been involved-meant that they deprived her of the chance of winning small, easy victories and of the satisfaction that went with them and the well-justified confidence that she would then derive from them for embarking on other and larger battles. Instead, those, say, the big-shots allowed Evelyn to deal with something she liked, although only inside the headquarters, thus indulging her but weakening her position, ruling out any possibility of a struggle, and leaving her living a non-official, unpredictable, troubled, and strange kind of life. All the more if she wasn’t always on her guard, then, it could be that, despite the amiability of the amicable comrades, and her own performance of all his extremely light non-official duties to everyone’s satisfaction, she might, deceived by the favour apparently shown her, conduct the rest of her life so incautiously that she failed in this place, and especially those namely the big-shots, still in their gentle and kindly way, and as if it were against their will but in the name of some official decree unknown to her, would have to get rid of her. So, the question would come: what actually was the rest of her life there to be? Nowhere before had Evelyn ever seen formal duties and life so closely interwoven, so much so that sometimes it almost seemed as if life and spending time formally had changed places. What was the meaning, for instance, of the power, so far only formal, that Lenin had over Evelyn’s services compared with the power that Lenin really did exert in the English girl’s bedroom?

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Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

As long as there are feelings in terms of thought, there is no problem of running after to have found new subject s having been shared. As a matter of fact, the handicapped, beautiful English girl Evelyn was making a comparison of "Time and Past" that everyone could evaluate, regardless of being a dwarf, of medium height, tall, and, and or very tall. In a sense, since there is no guarantee of the moment, if it is experienced, it is not known which minute and after which second it will be lived. The girl repeated several times in her mind not to forget this basic point: The spot you are talking about right now is as dangerous as a leopard in the forest, because it is not clear what it would do to us. Bad tremors can occur from an earthquake, and flood waters that will not fit in time can fill us, our bottom, even the whole area next to us. For God's sake, what are ones to be talking about: our pocket, our purse, our chair, our room, etc., huh? If Evelyn sat down now and listened to a news program on the BBC, her eyes would fill with tears. This age is a lost beauty that if you think deeply, there are only beauties in the universe who were kidnapped s a colored boy in ancient times, and sighed after. Or the individual, the society, it doesn't matter, everything that has become history has only stability at the beginning, middle and end. In the words of a primitive tribal poet, the imaginary world is worth that constant. At least, no big or badly unexpected job springs from the floor of what is history. Yes, even if the dwarf English girl or someone else sat down and immersed in her memories, she would burst into tears and tears of joy just because of this reason, the girl's condition also evolved into this... After Lenin's death, the British made radio set standing on a high place like a shelf in the study room of the party provincial officials. As soon as she opened it, she would have turned into the tear lake of her youth, which should be considered as a dwarf too because of the laws of physics as ought to be necessary regarding joy, even happier than happiness.
All the while it just showed how any carelessness in a procedure hunting happiness or easy-going attitude was appropriate only in direct contact with the pseudo innocent times, while elsewhere great caution was necessary, and Evelyn had to look round on all sides before taking any step. At first she found her idea of the last and next minutes here and there fully confirmed by the plain or rather vulgar destiny.
A friendly, naive, goatee Lenin, the leader of Soviet was ill with a severe attack of common cold, and received his dwarf swear-heart. in bed. ‘Ah, so this is our land creator!’ she said, trying to sit up straight to greet the visitor, but she couldn’t manage it, and pointing apologetically to her short legs she leaned back on the pillows around. Some quiet comrade soldiers, looking almost shadowy in the dimly lit room, where the small windows were also veiled by curtains, brought a chair for the sons of so and so and placed it by the bed. ‘Sit down, monsieurr. or lady visitor, sit down,’ would have said the girl, ‘and tell me what you want.’

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FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)


ANNEX WITH NO KOCHEL NUMBER
Evelyn’s notes from Soviet Party Headquarter

OCTOBER AND NORTH-SOUTH CIVIL WAR NOTES
(Tuesday 21st April CET 17 Hours)

It's like your super-hyperpowers just have the same flag colours, identical thousands of kilometres away, the sister-in-law of those who came out of Sunday prayer, the same in-law the tree-loving ancient, civilized education has lieutenants at two extremes: they don't meet but Do not think that they are few of the superstitious cannibal chiefs who are enemies of civilization...They present their loved ones with a pot of geraniums with or without flowers at Christmas There is no vaccine for love for the wild ones who don't like nature, emotional hearts are without reserve; on the way where soldiers were transported to the October revolution, the snow was hot sometimes.in the north-south notorious civil war of the other side, honour was always the law!

PRAISING TO DEMOTE
(Sunday 19th May CET 23rh Hours)

If even those who make money off the back of a lifeless thief like Lenin detest him because of his rotten angry face, which melted before the great statesman’s-Tzar Nicol’s-ghost vomiting, to a sink away from wireless sets, let's not get thin, to the toilet...Excuse me if they're running devoid of glasses for the eye, comb for the head shall fall…

FATE MENU BEFORE SOVIET
(Monday 20th May CET 21st Hours)

Fate is written for the literate, take a look at the list of where you live: disasters that shake, suffocate and burn are next: take ones’ precautions, take it away. Here, anger is meaningless, wild lip on elegant tie; and the next disease is coming, obey the law in the transactions, end the tears!

AN IMAGINATIVE SUBJECT: SUBSCRIBING TO "CITY CLUB"
(Monday 20th May CET 23rh Hours)

One’s age need must be fiercely average: uncle, uncle, nephew all fit in the address; and a people who has read and written, but his eyes are still on the book wherever a bet is to be made, does he make up his sentences in local and foreign languages using a good time, good education, social donkey-eyed; seeks excuses for cruelty!

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FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

The hub then would be the gravity of abstract ingredients within the frame to have been defining life process for a gorgeous while. Evelyn sat down of rather climb a stool, and read her mother’s letter-recently handed her by a comrade post man aloud and made a few comments on it. Once again, she felt how very easy it was to communicate with her family members compared to those consisting of the most intimate comrade authorities encircling Leni-The Goatee having been I say refined from family concept, sense, principles that highly likely they would bear absolutely any burden, a good communist could hand them anything to deal with and remain unaffected. As if the goatee Lenin should have felt the same thing in his own way, he shifted uneasily in his position regarding humanist feelings. So that finally he might have said: ‘As you’ll have noticed, me or rather the creator, I knew all about this affair namely humanism. I haven’t done anything about it myself, first because of my illness, and then because it took you so long to arrive that I was beginning to think you’d abandoned the whole praying in religious sanctuaries. But now that you have been wise enough to come and see my new creation yourself, I have to tell you the whole, if unwelcome, truth. You have been engaged, you say, as a worshipper worshipping nothing at all, but fortunately, we don’t need even a nil worshipping creature. There wouldn’t be any work for him here at all. The boundary markings of our great regime are all established, everything has been duly recorded, and property lacking hardly ever changes hands, and we settle any little arguments about the boundaries ourselves. So why would we need a good believer?’ Without actually having thought about it in advance, Evelyn felt firmly convinced that she had expected some such information for that very reason she was able to say instantly: ‘Well, that does surprise a dwarf, pious English girl a great deal. It throws out all her idealistic calculations so she can only hope there’s some misunderstanding.’
She added in a form of feeling blasé, ‘I’m afraid not,’ murmured she, ‘It’s exactly as I say.’ ‘But how can that be possible?’ cried she too. ‘I didn’t make such an endless journey just to be sent back to England again now.’ ‘Oh, that’s another question,’ implied her intuition, ‘and it’s not for me to decide, but I can explain how the misunderstanding may have come about. In such a large hub lacking authority as the Lenin’s, it sometimes happens that one department of Soviet Gang will arrange this matter, another that, and neither hears about it from the other. A higher faculty of the dwarf Aphrodite from England would check everything, and very closely too, but of its nature such checking comes too late, and so a little confusion can still arise. From the point of view to be sure, that is only in the tiniest of minor details within the ration linked brain faculties, such as comrades’ other cases, and to the best of Evelyn’s knowledge no mistake of the kind has ever been made in matters of real importance, and yet the minor ones often give trouble enough. And as for your case, tell will tell herself-she would not giving any The Soviet Gang’s secrets away, she is not enough of an ordinary observer for that, she is a platonic a lover and that’s that-as for her case, she’ll tell herself straight out what happened.

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FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)


As a matter of fact, lost in the flow of the narrative, the dwarf lover of the goatee-bearded Lenin, who was not very flamboyant in terms of physics, Evelyn, the British girl with a very beautiful face as well as a developmental disorder, spent most of her time wondering where she was and what time the adventure was sometimes going to the still unclosed high society second hand-flea-market behind them. Departures are always positive things in the life of living things... However, you see a video repair shop on the corner of a wider street that cuts the street in the east-west direction while returning from a place. Let's go back to the wider street that divides the street you came from in the east-west direction, with only one condition. Let's imagine that you continue on your way by crossing this street in the south-north direction. In this case, if you do a quick accounting and see a latticed door that we are not accustomed to see except for Ottoman architecture, and a raw but very long-lasting household light, like a mocking tongue extended into the darkness, that hits the middle of the adjacent houses and that we are not accustomed to see except for abovementioned architecture, you can claim that "that is the house, in addition, you are a loss". you have to scrutinize very, very, very assertively. If your deliberation has reached a level that is much more severe than three, it is no longer your thinking head but the social-please let's talk in the old language-conquered. And yet, say nothing of the most probable means perhaps long ago one had been The Pope for only a few months at the time then a decree came from one might forget which authority, saying in the categorical terms typical of the both strong and gentle people there that a dwarf Aphrodite couldn’t be to be appointed, and the obituary of ones was directed to have all the plans and sketches necessary for his work ready. That decree can’t in fact have had anything to do with you personally, because it was many years ago, and I wouldn’t have remembered it but for being to have fallen in love just then, with plenty of time to lie on the divan and think about some ration lacking incidents. ‘May Jesus Christ be with us’ another one added, suddenly interrupting her account to address herself, who was still scurrying about the party busy with something, though Evelyn couldn’t make out just what, ‘please look the shelves of the library there and perhaps you’ll find the beforementioned matter. The fact is,’ she said no one in an explanatory tone, turning to herself, ‘it dates back to my early days as one of the Lenin’s lovers, when I used to keep everything.’ The other people opened the cabinet door of the library at once, while only Evelyn watched and saw that therein was stuffed with papers, and when it was opened two large bundles of files fell out, tied up as Evelyn might tie up bundles of firewood instead of Turgenev’s masterpieces. The English dwarf Aphrodite flinched in alarm.

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Then the kinsfolk around might make a re-call ‘Try lower down, lower down,’ should said the revolution leader, directing operations from his place calming down every body…
The days pass, the moon rises, the moon sets, natural events take place with a solemnity unlike the emptiness of new times -maybe they are perceived as such as they do not occur- struggles continue, personal thoughts-whether expressed or not- appear, speeches, discussions, whether they are connected to an thing ought to be or not, affirming statements followed each other. Everything that was said was real, unreal- and surreal. But there was a mental activity that did not meet or contradict the truth, in the Kremlin environment shared by the stunted English girl-dwarf and yet robust. A middle-aged comrade whose profession was recorded as algebra teacher-a gentleman-comrade-heard the stairs leading up to the meeting room like an exclamation insisting on being pronounced aloud, this dandy heard with his ears far beyond the word sense. What did he hear? The loud calling of a name. By whose name? The name of the girl of his aunt speedily pronounced who receives a ‘dead salary’ even though she is alive. Whoever the teacher raises this issue is “an object with the shape of a ladder, a function based on sound that we do not know how to call someone by their name. And what's the dead pay mean?" objections arose. Cool silence ensued while everyone was wondering what kind of reaction would be when the matter was brought up to a purely materialist revolutionary leader-Lenin. When the great revolutionary boss was silent, the algebra teacher on the right-because that person was also teaching mathematics to the communist leader-ran and showed the top rung of the ladder. Instead of calming him down, the people around him shouted "oh, that's the step", which infuriated the man: he went down, climbed the steps, and when he got upstairs, he opened his palm and drew a volume to describe the moment of his ascent as the calling name of his cousin.
Size means volume, volume contains objects: in a field resembling a small forest, smoke from the samovar (Samovar) array and miniature sparks were pouring out of that verily same smoke, of course, whoever summoned her to frighten the little cousin, who would be frightened by the lonely, lost and oppressed worms in the grass, called him by name. Was that the stairway called a call? No. It wasn't even the last step but going upstairs from that step...
The dwarf English girl the giant lover of Lenin, gathering up the files in her arms, obediently cleared everything out of all the project tables to get to the undeciphered papers at the bottom. The proper place they were filling was already half full of papers. Evelyn spoke, ‘Oh, there’s been a lot of work done,’ and Lenin said -using his calling its proper tonality the Soviet leader, nodding, ‘and this is only a small part of it. I keep the larger part of what I have here in the barn, but most of it has been lost. How can anyone keep all this together?

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Silence began. Then some poetical lines-of course to have been composing stanzas and even chorus form leitmotifs came to be ostensible for making Sardonic dilogues between the beloved-Lenin and Evelyn:

Lenin,

-Those kinds of scholars are lumpy with chips in the back, too polite in the front: dysfunctional
Because of this politeness, our army of a-sexual science, the coitus bed on the street, the homeless for being equal
We knew that the glorious Lord caused the earthquake, it turns out that the chip-wearing cones shook them.
Just as you're to lie on your superpower idiot, look what happened: chipped straw from tailed fame!

Chorus

Naked in a veil, wearing a marijuana skullcap, he asks: "What if one of us turn into monkey?"
Don't tremble before returning, they think it's racist; your comeback will be amazing!

Evelyn,

- Even if we were to be able to come together in the cafes of the street parallel to the shore-that couldn’t be found in Moscow every day
Since we have already gathered, with peaceful faces that evoke emptiness, nay…
As for the sense, from the amphitheatre that keeps secret while keeping it secret: more real than a dream,
We fill classrooms; It's forbidden to go out without a password, we'll take notes, roll it up as a film!

After a little while The Choir of Comrades would roar:

-All possibilities of a solution have been killed; the perpetrator is that species, that genus, that lineage, that primitive nobility...honk!
Whatever their general election, their choice, and it will never cure the plague, they’re sunk;
Is it like that as the Titanic... come out, it is a low-lying bottom without falling out, its proof is abominable, it is a stinking corpse not to bequeath!
They themselves killed their flesh with an amulet before the last breath was given, throwing themselves to the bottom of the abyss without waiting for the angel of death!

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Silence began. Then some poetical lines-of course to have been composing stanzas and even chorus form leitmotifs came to be ostensible for making Sardonic dilogues between the beloved-Lenin and Evelyn:

Lenin,

-Those kinds of scholars are lumpy with chips in the back, too polite in the front: dysfunctional
Because of this politeness, our army of a-sexual science, the coitus bed on the street, the homeless for being equal
We knew that the glorious Lord caused the earthquake, it turns out that the chip-wearing cones shook them.
Just as you're to lie on your superpower idiot, look what happened: chipped straw from tailed fame!

Chorus

Naked in a veil, wearing a marijuana skullcap, he asks: "What if one of us turn into monkey?"
Don't tremble before returning, they think it's racist; your comeback will be amazing!

Evelyn,

- Even if we were to be able to come together in the cafes of the street parallel to the shore-that couldn’t be found in Moscow every day
Since we have already gathered, with peaceful faces that evoke emptiness, nay…
As for the sense, from the amphitheatre that keeps secret while keeping it secret: more real than a dream,
We fill classrooms; It's forbidden to go out without a password, we'll take notes, roll it up as a film!

After a little while The Choir of Comrades would roar:

-All possibilities of a solution have been killed; the perpetrator is that species, that genus, that lineage, that primitive nobility...honk!
Whatever their general election, their choice, and it will never cure the plague, they’re sunk;
Is it like that as the Titanic... come out, it is a low-lying bottom without falling out, its proof is abominable, it is a stinking corpse not to bequeath!
They themselves killed their flesh with an amulet before the last breath was given, throwing themselves to the bottom of the abyss without waiting for the angel of death!

TO BE CONTINUED...
Soon after the turn of inquiring about the subject would be the comrades around so they-who?- should speak:

-You beloved and the lover talked with each other over verse by Abba Solzhenitsof not over prose we used to hearken but there’s still plenty patterns regarding all spoken languages in the usage of tongs on the old earth. Will you be able to find the decree linked to?

They asked and asked, turning to each other and to Lenin-The beloved and the dwarf English Aphrodite again and again. ‘You must look for a file with the words verse users underlined in blue on it.’ ‘It’s too dark in here,’ said one of them. ‘I’ll fetch a carriable lamp.’ And they all walked over the papers and out of the room. ‘Our communist leadership is a great help to us,’ said Lenin, ‘with the burden of all this official stuff, which we have to do as a side-line. We should also do have another job for the written work, that’s the politburo, but all the same no one can ever get through it, there’s always a great deal left undone, and it’s in that cupboard.’ He pointed to another cupboard. ‘And when I’m too much busy through the civil war fronts, as I am now, it really gets the upper hand,’ he said, lying back on the carpet-scarlet in the colour-wearily, but with an expression of pride on his face. ‘Couldn’t I help your hussars to search?’ asked Evelyn, when the comrade in charge of carrying a mobile lamp had come back-hard to believe- with the candle and was kneeling in front of the cupboard, looking for the language usage decree. Smiling, Lenin shook his head. ‘As I said just now, I’m keeping no official secrets from you, but I can’t go so far as to let you search the files yourself.’ One dare to say all was still in the libraries, barns, rooms presently, only the rustle of the papers was to be heard, and Lenin may even have dropped off to sleep for a moment when a soft knock at the door made him turn. Inevitably, it was his other comrades. But at least those should had learned to behave a little better the others, and didn’t burst straight into the place the episode might be going on but began by whispering through the door, which stood slightly ajar with an excuse: ‘It’s too much great a hub for us in here,’ they moaned. ‘Who’s that?’ asked Evelyn, waking with a start.
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Lenin-the leader of the Soviet Gang Empire drawing vague curves in the air directed the chattering independently based on sullen faces or rather out of humanly seriousness. ‘Only my comrades,’ said he ‘I don’t know where to leave them to be ready forever to have taken part in dialogues for my sake; it’s too cold outside, and they’ll be in Kremlin.’
-‘They won’t bother me,’ said the dwarf English Aphrodite, say Evelyn namely the lover of all lovers in kindly tones, ‘let them come in. Anyway, I know them. We’re old acquaintances.’
‘Well, they bother me,’ said Lenin frankly, letting his gaze wander from the comrades present around to tease the lovers of Lenin and back to the comrades, and finding it impossible to tell their myriad smiles apart.
‘However, since you’re here,’ Soviet dictator suggested tentatively, ‘you can stay and help the lady Evelyn look for a file with the word La Fontaine-for all communist comrades should share the same genes creating rapacious instincts- the same on it underlined in red.’ Evelyn-the lover of the Soviet leader did not object to that; while nobody was allowed to search the papers the comrades were, and they flung themselves on the files immediately, and began to sing,

IF A FOUNTAIN UTTERS...

What came: "the spring you know from La Fontaine; don't drink water, don't make a wish – idiot your language-union targeting point...
Eventually a fountain does not take any stance while singing her unlimited octave hymn flows away, despite the brakes after coming to the end;
Let’s suppose, always with zero probability, from snow, merciful ice if you fall for his cold sips instigating fans,
Springs seduce; makes your tiny need insatiable, long for satisfaction despite the genes!

And yet just churning up the heaps to have consisted of pages some great volumes rather than searching properly, and while one of them was spelling out the very word La Fontaine on a piece of paper the other kept snatching it from the other’s hand. As for the platonic lover Evelyn, she was kneeling in front of the empty cupboard and no longer seemed to be searching at all, or at least the light source was a long way away from her. ‘So, your comrades bother you, do they?’ addressed the dwarf English Aphrodite, with a satisfied smile, as if it was all due to her own arrangements, but no one was in a position even to suspect as much.

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Evelyn-The Dwarf English Aphrodite or rather the gorgeous lover amongst the lover to have been captured-through her heart, by the goatee Soviet leader revolted:
‘But they’re your own comrades.’
‘No,’ said Lenin coolly, ‘they didn’t latch on to me until I caught the idea in the way of making Tsar’s Empire and substituting The Soviet Gang Empire instead of it.’
‘The red militants latch on to you?’ asked she. ‘I suppose one should mean they were allocated to you.’
‘Very well, then, they were allocated to me,’ said Lenin, ‘but they might just as well have been poured into my glass snow from the goatee merchants’ most dangerous son Karl Marx, so little thought went into choosing them.’
‘Oh, nothing happens here without thought,’ said the dwarf Aphrodite, forgetting the pain in her heart and even precipitating on a divan seeming as a bed from a certain distant.
‘Nothing?’ said the greatest goatee ‘What about my appointment?’ ‘Your appointment will have been carefully considered too,’ said the commander of the comrades. ‘But collateral circumstances from somebodies as Henry Ford labelled as the International Merchant-the Jewish vendor of Venice told by Shakespeare entered into it and confused things.
‘I can show you how it all happened over the pages based on written word archives.’
‘I don’t think the files are going to be found,’ said Lenin
‘Not found?’ cried Evelyn…
‘Comrades, please search a little faster!
For a start, however, I can tell you the story without documents.
We replied to the decree I was talking about by sending our thanks, but pointing out that we innocent, golden heart Russian People didn’t need any red leader. However, that reply doesn’t seem to have reached the original department, let’s call it the most ominous fault of the modern history, but the speculation saying “by mistake went to another department, X. so that The Department X received no answer, but unfortunately a department Y.-as in Algebra-didn’t expose our full answer either.’
‘Whether the contents of the file were left behind here or were lost though a rough transmission they couldn’t be lost in any department itself,’
‘I can vouch for that…Well, anyway all departments also received the cover of a file bearing only the remark that the enclosed file which one dare to say, unfortunately, was not enclosed to have been dealing with the ideology of a communist dictator, say the biggest enemy of the Russians.


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The Tales of Lafontaine carried a gorgeous inspiration. Absolute silence for the time being…
Soon after Evelyn let the cat out of the bag:
‘There are two birds. There is a bird. Let's move on to moral lessons, the story is over. Have a little patience, a…a…a! It's okay, just a little patience. So, tell me!’
Lenin tried to complete the story:
‘There is a bird. There are two birds. The two are the same animal, one that you observed and narrated to your story; the other is the actual bird that lives in real life, not in writings.’
Evelyn,
‘The expression should never be complete, the passion for completeness makes the expressions vulgar. You were right! Then let the lecture end, let the moral lesson begin right away! Start: Observations are our own, it is the observation we make that guides our decisions, our pleasures and our sorrows: Stalin may have been a good commander, but we perceived him as a murderer with grave acts, we hated him. Hate is not ours, neither is love; he owns all of us observation he owns everything; oh these observations! That's all, what's left to say? What could be left? Let's go back to the beginning: A bird… Late bird, walk a little. There will be an acacia tree on your right, see? What a tree… God, I must be losing my mind. Where we were? Literature requires seriousness, I say, a little seriousness and observation!’
Lenin,
‘All animals living in heathlands also have intent and observation. The owner of the intention is the creature itself. While the bird is looking at you from above, maybe it has stopped looking at you, it is now interested in someone else. Meerkat-what? - animals have always wondered what their ancestors looked like from afar.’
Evelyn,
We took a picture of us looking through the windows of our high-speed train; On the other hand, the species that give the viewers the impression that they can hardly stand in balance on their two legs and feathered, long tail, like a fox, are, in reality, the wide and even fleshy Mongoloid birds, photographed vertically while lying on their side. S., who was a very respected mongoloid, was also a playful person at the age of fifteen when he began to wonder what his great-grandfather ate, what kind of lands he quickly plowed on, and where he drank water from: “Hey fifteen-fifteen, Exeter. the roads of it are stony”, you know, eh?
Lenin,
The survey engineer turned to the woman who was guiding the team…

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A comrade coughed: he meant to say,
"Look, it's getting noisy, you can go back to your rooms if you want."
But wasn't this dwarf English Aphrodite's intention, after all, one of the many air-bikes (what?) that made historical reconnaissance flights in the Soviet air?
Lenin also coughed,
In fact, please don't make people talk openly or even go beyond their limits: that intention of our dwarf English Aphrodite as very loyal communist wouldn't know that Lenin was Evelyn. for short? Well, what's left then? What does a bird do when it's tired? He memorizes a giant sketch of the lands where his ancestors lived and returns to his home; he will lie down on the grass mattress… Maybe he intends to go to sleep… It was that bird that you took a picture of while the train was passing, lying in a sprawling bird, the angle of the lens changed, you thought it was a standing fox. A weary eye, seeing the danger of moral lessons, could also close the page at this point without reading all the impressions, but closing the page is an observant Evelyn, and unlike in the case of the observer-the boundary-betwixt air and land observer, the person now has the process person, not the process. The bird, which was the engineer's intention, belonged to our air surveyor; here the situation is different: the person is at the disposal of observation. That is, observation is an entity, the person-reader- is an organ of it. When the money is left, isn't the main part left to the owner of the wallet? Vladimir Ilyich Lenin-which stands for red dictator Lenin-after saying keep the money, he quickly got off the carriage. He had come to the secret , Soviet type brothel. I think it would be useful to remember that we took a picture of the observing L the second that L. returned home, remembering that going to a brothel was immoral. The notes that Vladimir Ilyich Lenin took, with the thought that they would help the story to be perceived easily, actually embodied the issue. Now, taking a look at those notes is like a breakdown of many things!
Scene: A child dressed as a bird is calling his mother. The child, on the other hand, believes that he is a bird so much that he does not care at all with the philosophy that "a bird can never be called to dinner by its mother" - or with the right and right thought.
-“Which one is your mother, the egg?” That lady in the chintz dress staring at us from the country porch?”
-“ No, sir; My mother is the guide of the air observing engineer charged with earth observation as well. She doesn't wear a dress for her job, she puts on long-sleeved, knee-length sweatpants on wide cloth trousers and puts her headscarf on her!” If the answer is like this, her analysis leads to this lesson: Morally sound children always have information about their mothers and even about their elders.

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Then again, the researcher bird Evelyn…
Lenin: Description of the sketch recorded in the mind by and daily NOTES-3 OCTOBER 1919 Crimea. A few VERST-Russian distance units in height-, longer in width than height-Question: "But isn't height the taller one?"
Evelyn answers:
“Don't mess with it!”- and a highland greened by the autumn rains… Stay your spring animals, coo-coo, HEHHEH!
Who laughed? Everyone put their hands on the desk and look towards the board. At the expense of rewriting grammar, we'll speak Latin and find that giggling bastard together. I've been degenerate all together-our will is tired of to have been used in the sentences beginning with “One will…” huh!
That's all, everyone is guilty, slimy among us, we are a whole, this whole is guilty, slimy. We probably won't be silent in the face of slimy and criminal people: We can't just pick pears. Let's say amen together; let's curse them. Let's go back to our descriptions of nature: The land is adorned with gentle slopes, and the top of the slopes sometimes gives the impression of afforested. The movement is a bit confused around here: the sheep freeze in the frosty night for no reason, and I think they're turning into trees. These animals, whose dyed feathers are frozen, glow in the twilight: yellow-green, purple, red, even a deep dark blue with lead-colored honeycombs. The life of colorful animal-trees will come to an end when the ice melts, because it is impossible not to see how long-legged animals such as rams, mosquitoes, storks and giraffes, standing erect on their frozen legs, fall to the ground when the weather gets warmer and the frost thaws, and the heart withstands the sight seen... it slides down the hillside and you are incapable of making a sketch of the land that your grandfathers have seen from a bird's eye view - who knows how many thousand times -.
Part of the land is the shooting range of the soldiers. Their practice shooting scorches lemurs, wet dead animals, and vigorous voles with life springing from their dusty skins! The area of an area covered with ashes cannot be measured, teacher, we cannot calculate it.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin's weakest lover Evelyn. …She. can't cope with the gliding answers given by the militants of Lenin took the ship so low to say, “The weather has warmed up, the triangles have expanded”. The state can destroy this politburo at any time, as a matter of fact… Here's what happens before the train enters a tunnel leading to a medium-sized mountain: What? What happened?
Lenin spoke to Evelyn,
-I invite you to the wagon restaurant, young lady. What is my name? Vladimir, of course. I am Lenin, who, for moral reasons, got off a carriage and got on another carriage and broke through the door of the brothel without committing adultery. I said break the beam, oh that slang. Please forgive me. But believe me, even though I couldn't buy the train, I could have covered that couchette wagon with the "keep it covered" I left to the carriage drivers! You're welcome We're both single, ma'am, it's moral to meet.
After this introductory part, the young girl accepted your invitation to the restaurant, Vladimir; you, who is very sensitive about sin and morality, Evelyn. … on the other hand, attempted to commit suicide by throwing herself off the train, but you didn't die, you weren't even injured… Just a few minor abrasions…
You have no idea how unlucky your country is to have a citizen like you. You make money on this land and ruthlessly engage the people of this land. Don't you have any other job? In fact, what is a rich dictator who cares about morality doing at the gates of the brothel? Let's say you're going there to avoid going in.
Tell us: how do you manage to stay out before you get to your door?


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Some of the comrades tried to keep awake but sleep would be resisting. Evelyn gave start to her most favorite pre-sleeping tale, say Ali Baba and Forty Thieves: The most guaranteed dealer of mesmerizing community…continue to sell at forty-one points, and while some of the soporific pills are waiting for customers in fixed bundles, some of them are spinning on special devices with batteries. Communist Heaven-Yes INFERNO, you read it right, our famous author named Inferno induced communist hell put this issue in the Evelyn’s tale with the logic of large intestine amoebae.
The or a secret madam who fell from a tree and the man who loves her are stuck with the ticket loop throughout the novel… The evil leader Vladimir Ilic Lenin fires a mortar from a barracks and detonates the loop, the man protecting the secret madame-Evelyn? - goes blind; the man's eyes open, this time madame is wearing black but her glasses. They should have get married before they beg for mercy on the streets by acquiring a blind coyote or a hyena—a dictatorial Soviet general—like them, pulling it off the leash, and sometimes putting it on traitors.
The glasses number of the officer who married them is thicker than twelve and a half, that is, the size of the bottom of the water glass, but on the one hand, Evelyn caresses Lenin and on the other hand wants us to have pity on her heroes; So much so that he sends an Turkish Islamic terror induced militant and makes the wedding officer's eyes gouged out, just because the tale tellers the creator of the types I wrote anyway… In short: so-and-so, comme si comme ça; challenge is your horse/horse’s horse and birds will eat it too!
However, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves can think about what lottery ticket buyers might think. According to their daily logic exercises, if there is a winning trick in the spinning deck, the spin is definitely in the customer's favor. Why should the customer get tired and have to choose one of the many tickets? Why stay? But doesn't a person who chooses one or more tickets say to himself, "Let the others stay"? Do they take what they choose or leave what they don't, for God's sake? Every customer who takes care of what he has bought and keeps it in his bosom, always has two ways in front of him: keeping his mind stuck on the tickets left behind or keeping his ticket carefully, from evil eyes. Elem cress plug… Swollen eyes. The couple of the main characters defined hereby, who caresses us, writes a scenario with Ottoman’s Turks of Turks’ Ottomans, the current representative of those who founded the Ottoman State’s would be empire, with the torpedo of her older brother O. K. who should be nobody, without letting go of her calamity. He had struck a lottery coin to one of the captains, and while the ticket was being hidden, the households were having nightmares; In the country that defecates pigeons on its statues and its military personnel always call it "Hot", I'm famous for its foot...
However, if Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves think that they are selling numbers other than numbers that cannot win, which is an undeniable fact that they think so in some lotteries, then, when buying wholesale tickets, they also ask the wholesaler to return the tickets, and even though it is not possible to return the wholesale tickets, a similar mechanism is used. . For example, if the computer fills the depths of a virtual space with all the numbers, instead of a rectangular prism-because the height of each ticket is a very small prism-round tickets, one can make their purchases after spinning those balls as long as they want. … What am I saying? We cannot think as much as Ali Baba and the forty Thieves, or even the hair of their logical speculation. Come on, those who write are writing, isn't it a pity for those who read? No bullshit after this episode, okay? Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves in-, sorry twenty more thieves-in Ali Baba half-in my brother-well, the citizen who sells the national lottery knows that the main problem is not in retail sales, but in wholesale purchases. If the seller has the lucky ticket, wouldn't the buyers necessarily have a chance to win? It is found! Suppose, then, that the dealer of our jackpot topic and that dealer spin are still given special attention. Since not all tickets can be placed on the loop, tickets for the loop will be selected by going through another loop - a front loop. But can there be an alternative other than putting this idea and its counter-proposal in the loop? According to the main method, no! Our seller knows that ticket rotation is unreliable in every way before it can be transferred from strength to practice, in other words, from theory to action. Whether you spin a whole ticket or partially, no matter how many steps you spin, these spins have nothing to do with hitting the lottery. How far? Until the tickets-returning tickets-of course-start to spin in front of the customer... From that moment on, the seller knows that returning the ticket can create a breaking point, a turning point in the fate of the buyer!
Fate plays tricks on the lottery, and the lottery is for people who buy tickets. The number of these persons is forty; their names are forty thieves. No, my child, do not upset your mother! Then can I say "Ali Baba and the forty Thieves" to those who sell tickets? There's no realm of arrogance, don't be rude. What then is a "PRIVATE"? Ha-Ha-Ha… You made me laugh too, as meat balls would make meat ball serviced infinitely. So, whose toy is the seller, mommy: your destiny, your lottery or your customer? Your destiny, of course… As the ugly-watch-faced-girls say, whose fiancée went to the military, MEDICAL! What is natural? Here it is: fate has the seller sell the jackpot's millions for a few cents to a lucky pig-pepper-on-the-mouth now, mommy-okay, to a lucky citizen. What if he didn't sell it and took it home, mom... Mommy, listen to me. Shut up baby, look, it's a shame on uncles. Mommy, why doesn't uncle salesman take home the big jackpot ticket? Is such a ridiculous thing possible, my son, why take it?
After a brief silence Lenin cried,
Hush mom, I'm Pastor Pasteur! Won't you have pity on a blind scholar when your tail is hit? I'm a pilot, pilot. My name is Vladimir, I am a pilot at Syrian Airlines. In-in. I'm a runway cleaner, I got hit in the coccyx, I went blind. Get out. I'm very shrewd, I went on stage with the lie that I can't see, I took the goods, I don't need a lottery. Baby, talk a little like normal people. What kind of normal conversation? For example, “Water drowns people, fire burns”! Come on, boiling water will burn you. What is it: come on blah blah? You'll see when you get home. Mom we said hop! Your son has found the rabies vaccine, you're still putting him in for a baby. Now tell me, why haven't sellers taken all the jackpot tickets home to this day? I don't know, my child, you are a great scholar, I am an uneducated woman; Even though I am your mother, I am an ignorant person next to you! Why didn't they take the answer? Maybe it was someone who took them, I don't know… There were others who took them; Why didn't they take it?
ALOO! Hello Aunt Madam, please remove this child from the ticket queue; Look, it's tempting the customer. Baby, what you call a child is PASTE! This boy is the inventor who will save everyone from rabies in the future. Aunt, I'm a chemistry doctor, what a PASTOR Pasteur? Many decades have passed since that inventor passed away… Then this boy was IBN HALDUN! Any objections? Laughter around… IBN-I WHAT? IBN-I WHAT? HA, HA, HA… We had no laughter. Mom said that man moon; Is it an IBN Ha-ha-ha thing? The cold, icy air is blowing in the crowd. His mother slaps Ibn Khaldun, they come out of the queue. The ignorant people grumble after them…

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Some of the comrades tried to keep awake but sleep would be resisting. Evelyn gave start to her most favorite pre-sleeping tale, say Ali Baba and Forty Thieves: The most guaranteed dealer of mesmerizing community…continue to sell at forty-one points, and while some of the soporific pills are waiting for customers in fixed bundles, some of them are spinning on special devices with batteries. Communist Heaven-Yes INFERNO, you read it right, our famous author named Inferno induced communist hell put this issue in the Evelyn’s tale with the logic of large intestine amoebae.
The or a secret madam who fell from a tree and the man who loves her are stuck with the ticket loop throughout the novel… The evil leader Vladimir Ilic Lenin fires a mortar from a barracks and detonates the loop, the man protecting the secret madame-Evelyn? - goes blind; the man's eyes open, this time madame is wearing black but her glasses. They should have get married before they beg for mercy on the streets by acquiring a blind coyote or a hyena—a dictatorial Soviet general—like them, pulling it off the leash, and sometimes putting it on traitors.
The glasses number of the officer who married them is thicker than twelve and a half, that is, the size of the bottom of the water glass, but on the one hand, Evelyn caresses Lenin and on the other hand wants us to have pity on her heroes; So much so that he sends an Turkish Islamic terror induced militant and makes the wedding officer's eyes gouged out, just because the tale tellers the creator of the types I wrote anyway… In short: so-and-so, comme si comme ça; challenge is your horse/horse’s horse and birds will eat it too!
However, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves can think about what lottery ticket buyers might think. According to their daily logic exercises, if there is a winning trick in the spinning deck, the spin is definitely in the customer's favor. Why should the customer get tired and have to choose one of the many tickets? Why stay? But doesn't a person who chooses one or more tickets say to himself, "Let the others stay"? Do they take what they choose or leave what they don't, for God's sake? Every customer who takes care of what he has bought and keeps it in his bosom, always has two ways in front of him: keeping his mind stuck on the tickets left behind or keeping his ticket carefully, from evil eyes. Elem cress plug… Swollen eyes. The couple of the main characters defined hereby, who caresses us, writes a scenario with Ottoman’s Turks of Turks’ Ottomans, the current representative of those who founded the Ottoman State’s would be empire, with the torpedo of her older brother O. K. who should be nobody, without letting go of her calamity. He had struck a lottery coin to one of the captains, and while the ticket was being hidden, the households were having nightmares; In the country that defecates pigeons on its statues and its military personnel always call it "Hot", I'm famous for its foot...
However, if Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves think that they are selling numbers other than numbers that cannot win, which is an undeniable fact that they think so in some lotteries, then, when buying wholesale tickets, they also ask the wholesaler to return the tickets, and even though it is not possible to return the wholesale tickets, a similar mechanism is used. . For example, if the computer fills the depths of a virtual space with all the numbers, instead of a rectangular prism-because the height of each ticket is a very small prism-round tickets, one can make their purchases after spinning those balls as long as they want. … What am I saying? We cannot think as much as Ali Baba and the forty Thieves, or even the hair of their logical speculation. Come on, those who write are writing, isn't it a pity for those who read? No bullshit after this episode, okay? Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves in-, sorry twenty more thieves-in Ali Baba half-in my brother-well, the citizen who sells the national lottery knows that the main problem is not in retail sales, but in wholesale purchases. If the seller has the lucky ticket, wouldn't the buyers necessarily have a chance to win? It is found! Suppose, then, that the dealer of our jackpot topic and that dealer spin are still given special attention. Since not all tickets can be placed on the loop, tickets for the loop will be selected by going through another loop - a front loop. But can there be an alternative other than putting this idea and its counter-proposal in the loop? According to the main method, no! Our seller knows that ticket rotation is unreliable in every way before it can be transferred from strength to practice, in other words, from theory to action. Whether you spin a whole ticket or partially, no matter how many steps you spin, these spins have nothing to do with hitting the lottery. How far? Until the tickets-returning tickets-of course-start to spin in front of the customer... From that moment on, the seller knows that returning the ticket can create a breaking point, a turning point in the fate of the buyer!
Fate plays tricks on the lottery, and the lottery is for people who buy tickets. The number of these persons is forty; their names are forty thieves. No, my child, do not upset your mother! Then can I say "Ali Baba and the forty Thieves" to those who sell tickets? There's no realm of arrogance, don't be rude. What then is a "PRIVATE"? Ha-Ha-Ha… You made me laugh too, as meat balls would make meat ball serviced infinitely. So, whose toy is the seller, mommy: your destiny, your lottery or your customer? Your destiny, of course… As the ugly-watch-faced-girls say, whose fiancée went to the military, MEDICAL! What is natural? Here it is: fate has the seller sell the jackpot's millions for a few cents to a lucky pig-pepper-on-the-mouth now, mommy-okay, to a lucky citizen. What if he didn't sell it and took it home, mom... Mommy, listen to me. Shut up baby, look, it's a shame on uncles. Mommy, why doesn't uncle salesman take home the big jackpot ticket? Is such a ridiculous thing possible, my son, why take it?
After a brief silence Lenin cried,
Hush mom, I'm Pastor Pasteur! Won't you have pity on a blind scholar when your tail is hit? I'm a pilot, pilot. My name is Vladimir, I am a pilot at Syrian Airlines. In-in. I'm a runway cleaner, I got hit in the coccyx, I went blind. Get out. I'm very shrewd, I went on stage with the lie that I can't see, I took the goods, I don't need a lottery. Baby, talk a little like normal people. What kind of normal conversation? For example, “Water drowns people, fire burns”! Come on, boiling water will burn you. What is it: come on blah blah? You'll see when you get home. Mom we said hop! Your son has found the rabies vaccine, you're still putting him in for a baby. Now tell me, why haven't sellers taken all the jackpot tickets home to this day? I don't know, my child, you are a great scholar, I am an uneducated woman; Even though I am your mother, I am an ignorant person next to you! Why didn't they take the answer? Maybe it was someone who took them, I don't know… There were others who took them; Why didn't they take it?
ALOO! Hello Aunt Madam, please remove this child from the ticket queue; Look, it's tempting the customer. Baby, what you call a child is PASTE! This boy is the inventor who will save everyone from rabies in the future. Aunt, I'm a chemistry doctor, what a PASTOR Pasteur? Many decades have passed since that inventor passed away… Then this boy was IBN HALDUN! Any objections? Laughter around… IBN-I WHAT? IBN-I WHAT? HA, HA, HA… We had no laughter. Mom said that man moon; Is it an IBN Ha-ha-ha thing? The cold, icy air is blowing in the crowd. His mother slaps Ibn Khaldun, they come out of the queue. The ignorant people grumble after them…

TO BE CONTINUED...
One should confess that all those Hyper Realist utterings was coming from the dusty archive shelves of the main cosmic department X, that-meanwhile-was waiting for a little comments; it did have some preliminary notes on the matter, but as often and understandably happens, and indeed should happen, in view of the meticulous nature of all the literary work done, the head of department was relying on us to send something as commentary, whereupon one would either appoint the dwarf English Aphrodite or, if necessary, correspond with Vladimir Ilyich Lenin on the subject further. As a result, he might have neglected to look at the preliminary notes and let the whole affair lapse into oblivion. In another cosmic department Anti-X, however, the cover of the file reached an official well known for his conscientiousness, Stalin by name, a promising butcher. Even to me, and I’m in the know, it’s hard to understand why a man of his abilities is left languishing in one of the lowest-ranking positions of all. Well, this Stalin naturally could have misled us back the empty cover of the file, asking for the rest of it. But many hours, if not days, had passed since those first documents were drawn up for Cosmic department X, which is understandable, for when, as generally happens, a file is sent in the proper way it reaches the right department within a day at the latest, and is dealt with that same day. From the other side if it gets lost-and considering the excellent reliability of the communist communication it really has to try very hard to get lost or it will never succeed in doing so then it can indeed take a very long time because of Stalin’s interventions. Inasmuch as when we could have received Stalin’s satanic plots to hinder some kind of reliable interlocutions based on candid intercommunication for the sake of the Free Thought induced World.
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A futurist-one of the most intimate friends of Lenin-gave start to his narration:
-‘A shot from afar! One of the best moments your team has experienced and experienced in this match: the goal is scored, hard and accurate shot and it goes to the nets..’.
After 30 years, Evelyn-as a haggard because of her old age-would add something to the tale:
-‘One winter night, you are listening to the match of the colors you have been keeping since the third grade of primary school, played against their arch-rival on A. Radio. M. On your television, optimistic crass, old-school-high bureaucrat patient of patience SABRI TANDOGAN-see in google-talks about the virtues that will lead human beings to happiness: mastery, respect, benevolence, optimism and patience! Optimistic fool and patient of patience S. TANDOGAN does not understand how our happiness will explode when these qualities come together, he tries to explain things he does not understand to the people, with a terrible expression that makes the calm sick... You realized you've grown! You were rebelling against fate, realizing that if your team were defeated, you would lose everything that gave you confidence and trust. However, in the third grade, every Sunday afternoon, you used to watch the match on the radio at your home. Outside, a golden-haired sun shimmering, softly surrendering itself to winter, green leaves turning autumn-red, yellow-faced, thin, consumptive clouds mingled with their own hands, exacerbating their own sadness, and trembling on the branches at every moment as if they betrayed their mention of Allah.’.
Backing to the future, let’s hearken
The opposing team took the first corner kick of the match, the spin ball centered towards the back post brought your heart into your mouth. On the screen, the heartfelt conversation of the optimistic fool is melting and flowing down his cheeks like a dirty white syrup… Come and enjoy the football broadcast on the radio with the nerves that this advice-seeking fool has broken… Then you conceded the goal. Situation one-on-one, damn it; let's talk, for example, we said!
Matches are parts of your destiny web. Your destiny sometimes makes you happy and makes you cry with cultural points; sometimes with the national lottery, sometimes with your business life. Matches are part of your web of destiny: you froze your happy moments in live broadcasts; You've always been the same age. On the other hand, the optimistic crass of heart-talk named patient of patience S. S. TANDOGAN continues to age; a loose, peaceful, dishonest life is his, he is hurting the people. He and his wife are the murderers of all your children who died at the front… They are: the peaceful idiot and his beloved wife. They both write books when they don't go to the foot-path, and their books are the written texts of their scrambled conversations that spill like a smudge on the paper.
Peaceful crass, a retired senior person… In the meantime, he scored again. They took a two-to-one lead. woe; Is it fate that upsets you, your team or your opponent? A young family head who tried to commit suicide by climbing on the roof with his two-month-old baby once said: My responsibility is the ex-coup soldier who wants ten children for every house - not THREE more than THREE children - the fascist leader in his civilian life - and the degenerates who secretly spy on birth control. The peaceful moron has perhaps a hundred volumes of books, all of them sleazy monologues on the one-sided conversations of the peaceful heart, i.e., level after life for elementary school. His wife also wrote a book: The Diary. What diary? It's just a diary. He probably wrote thirty-two days in a few hours… By the way, your team is shooting free throws: From a very dangerous spot (in military terms) to a very dangerous place. (in the language of civilians)
In the words of the civilians, the woman speaks inappropriate words in her diary. “I looked at the sky, how blue and wide; Oh, I'm empty,” he says. In this case, the civilian asks: would you go to the open air, woman? The books of the peaceful fool are full of advice on dhikr, the idea of a cat-like tabby, the Banker money-laker the unsalted mad Bakr, nephew of the taxi driver SHAKIRA, the dishonorable and contemptible peace of mind. Hooray: you got the free throw goal… It's two-two now; Everything starts from scratch, all over again.

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After a little silence pose Evelyn began to read something from the documents of the archive department they were in that moment about Vladimir İlyich, the well-known night watchman of the Soviet Gang, closed all the entrances to the giant block-building that overlooks the boulevard where the institution is located, one morning due to a simple disagreement, either because of his passion for the profession or not thinking about the countries that are the fortieth or fiftieth in the world, like Turkey; he had started a lightly vigilante action! The naming of the country does not comply with the rules of courtesy here, one can't help thinking: why did Mr. Lenin break the logic of the police announcements and why did the Great Russian public contemptuously look at the security forces who have been implicitly perverted?
Gradually, a common murder was committed there that day, and you may not believe it, but the crowd gathered in the action area, with an unwritten decision, forgot the face of the murderer that they saw with their own eyes. For example, wouldn't any of the primitive Mountain Commando Battalion or the Istanbul intellectuals who had coffeehouse conversations about such battalions be offended? When you want to go back to the past and see what the action cost, if the Moscow security unit chiefs lost their internal consistency as the hours passed, or if the flood scenes from Leningrad and the collective heart of humanity were torn, who would be responsible for this? Even more frightening, if no one in that crowd knew where was it-which they wouldn't know-and if this were formalized with a poll, some of us were native, wild, stinky, sour, stubborn, sticky-should I count more? - how would our honor be injured? Imagine…
That morning, people were gathered in front of the giant block with five floors and five big doors, preparing to watch a real crime scene. According to what is said, the night watchman Vladimir Ilyich had closed all the entrances of the building for an unknown reason, activated the system called emergency lock, and sealed the contact areas with steel covers. Since the night watchman did not give any reason for the action, the marines were deployed around the giant building, as well as the police force. Then an official with a big megaphone said nothing, and yet added a lot…

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(Additional notes by Evelyn-dwarf British Aphrodite-in the chaotic Kremlin.)
LOVER AND LOVED ARE NOT HARMFUL PEOPLE
They are indeed harmless, but this assessment is only correct within the context of non-sexually infatuated states… Because here or there the assessment is not meant to laugh or make you laugh; Since it is not even possible for the lover and the loved one to be considered alone in the same room, if one is here, the other is there - in fact, the lover and the loved one have stretched and thinned the atmosphere between them by interacting from far, far away. If we expand the narration a little, it can be said that in a thin layer of air, like a membrane that allows romanticism, both lovers and loved ones do a job that requires the least oxygen: they choose the appropriateness to a reality that is small enough to ensure that it is perceived as much as the other party thinks, even beyond what it is supposed to be. protect the shoulder.
Apropos body selling apart from both platonic or non-platonic love one would remember something not good so far.. In the slang of Erzurum, which was once ruled by the Russian Imperial armies, it was called "school" - the most disgusting term inherited from the Ottoman language - brothels; but in our title, school…
Schools are also harmless, but also harmfully useless. Did the historical villain Genghis Khan, in other words, the leader of evil, whose evil cannot be disputed, learned evil from the schools he went to: no. He is certainly the worst person to ever have had enough political deception to take the lead, while appearing to be a nice guy to his fellow students and teachers.
Everyone who reads the mystical interview in the continuation of the narration already understands that this is so. The so-called socialists of Turkey and Syria are anti-workers, their crude nationalists are murderers of the nation, and even the schools could not teach them—let alone inculcating virtue—dry, unrequited, even vulgar, vulgar love.

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Regretfully they fell suddenly into the necessity of reading something as an unpublished story through “LO TO THE FUTURE!” style to be in the coming as the present time could be done so. Lenin, his lovers and comrades came together to listen to the story written and read by Abba Solzhenitsof…

THE AGAINST FACTORY

Within the scope of the topics to be explained, no statement needs explanation to the extent of the term "against" expressed here. Perhaps the clue that will facilitate the explanation can be connected to the word "counterrevolution" within the scope of the qualification, and this definition suffix can help us to understand the word correctly. In any case, the factory was transported to the gigantic structure implicitly called the industrial estate, by wagons placed on rails in countless numbers, and there was no exit from the factory. Since those who were put in could not come out, even if those who thought that they were inside, being killed-politely-destroyed, appeared, that incomplete understanding would not be surprising to anyone. But until it gets there, the descriptions that are supposed to express the reduction process applied to every living thing that is transported, unfortunately, will reveal the disaster of possible fragmentation of the subject rather than its destruction.
Iron wagon tracks, similar to those seen in mines, through which people were transported to the opposite factory - incidentally, it should be noted that these were not railways - could not be less than the number of all settlements. Since the distinction is made between the transported people, we need the explanation that "there were of course routes allocated to them for the transported whales, monkeys, jellyfish, etc.". At this point, it should be noted that as soon as a living thing, human or animal, is born with a single cell or multicellular body, it does not have to take its place in the mine wagon of the opposite factory, yes, immediately, as soon as it is born.
Personally, my first sight of the train, which was walking towards the opposite industrial site--it's okay to say that for short instead of the factory--was when I was in the fourth grade of primary school. As soon as I see it, I must state that I would like to take part in this voyage for a short time. I remember like it was yesterday that he was considered responsible for the download-and-load job, maybe I asked someone who thought he was.
While I was looking at the three or four rows of acacia trees in front of the state stationery directorate, officially known as the supplementary office, out of school, the open-top vehicles of The Against Factory passing by on the rails caught my attention. The sun was quite far from the setting line on the horizon, but it was dim as the hour progressed, and yet it shone all the lines: the barber sign, the twenty-four-carat curved bracelets in the jeweller uncle's window, the fastening rings for hanging our backpacks.
One of my uncle's friends was walking in front of me, wearing a sombrero hat that concealed his baldness, and an arm, which I thought was painted with invisible paint, probably very strong, reached out and pulled him into the iron wheeled vehicle. I think it's completely invisible, solids are sure to pass through, these iron-wheeled counter-mineral trains become visible when pulling someone in.


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As for my request to move in with them for a limited time, the person who appeared to be responsible just took me by the hand and dragged me to the iron vehicle without asking if my family had permission. A temporary attempt at travel apparently did no harm to the traveler. Women driving prams, their golden-day friends, bulldogs gliding past us, asking to listen to my old age experiences with their pet-for example-eyes that gave the impression of straying because the leash chain was kept long. At one point, one of those unseen strong hands grabbed the elbow of a person sitting in the corner of the vehicle, with sparse hair glued from right to left, and pulled it out. The part of the organ that went from elbow to shoulder that had been engulfed in flames during the withdrawal. However, neither a burning sound nor a scream was heard. When I thought, "These flames are probably similar to home accessories that illuminated the photo of a burning log with a light bulb from the back," and wanted to stick my arm out, a burning sound at a temperature of at least four to five thousand degrees upset my balance, I immediately jumped down and found myself again in front of the state material directorate; With my finding, I ran to the provincial library.
A Counter-Factory script came out of the library drawers full of book guide compass, okay?
Counter-Revolution and Counter-Factory Through the Eyes of a Long-lived, Happy Citizen
Pretty long title huh? Hah hah…There is nothing to laugh about in that though, because human beings don't want to think too much about the inevitable toils of life. Especially in such a case, never! In any case, the mine wagons carrying raw materials to the "Counter Factory" were not visible from the outside!
I think it is important to convey how the author, who chose his pen-name as "long-lived happy citizen", addressed the young people in the first paragraph of his work:
“The boys are going to get married—most of them named Jasmin (who knows where the author got this from…This person may have achieved a long and happy life thanks to not being upset with his misplaced predictions, who knows?)-young girls!

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I am the only person who went to the Counter Factory in person and came back. But you too can go there without fear, for they will not hold anyone by force whom they did not take. From where? Just because going in and out of the Counter Factory doesn't eliminate the possibility that they will add you to what they're going to keep, whether in a short or long time. Now you will ask: 'What is consumed in the Counter Factory, is it minced meat or evaporated, is it thrown into the water with a stone tied to its feet-lake, sea, ocean-whatever. It's impossible not to be obsessed with the fact that they've been thrown into a place, but because they know you're getting there on your own volition—presumably to get out—they treat every being they put in iron wagons with you on your side with extreme kindness, until that person, waiting to be destroyed, spontaneously vanishes into nothingness. Young people, I know you have been taught that “it is impossible to reach nothingness” and believe me, you are haunted by that mistake, the legacy of Al Jabir - of course, if it is not possible to disappear according to the logic of algebra - why was the Counter-Factory established? If living things are not destroyed there, how is it that what is taken away never returns? We do not write death literature here, because everyone who talks about death knows that death does not mean nothing. Now, someone may accuse me of "this man is a Nihilist, he is trying to resurrect Nihilism", the logic of such accusations is also doomed in advance; The reason is simple: Nihilism only spoke of nothingness, it could do nothing on the way to nothingness… If a few knights died in a duel for nothing in Petersburg, on top of that, if they mocked death while they were dying, there is nothing in the middle. '
'If you have no sane reason to die, when you get yourself killed you will only lose your dignity, you will not become nothing, you will turn into someone not worthy of respect.'

(I think the hyperrealist picture he encountered had led the author to despair of his generation. The author of the work, in the narration I read and quoted line by line, had reached a perception of reality other than the Realist-Surrealist schools-maybe it could be called HYPERREALIST. It is easy to change the name of the perceived, to play with it. In any case, the only script I could call HYPERREALIST, describing the Counter Factory, was calling out to future generations and continuing its lines with its brand-new style.)

Finally, continuing where I left off, read the author:
'Young people, the title of " Counter Factory" is actually a noun phrase younger than your youngest. As a matter of fact, its existence is old, its knowledge is new as time passes—almost not yet formed—identical to the brand new.’

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Finally, continuing where I left off, read the author:
'Young people, the title of " Counter-Factory," is actually a noun phrase younger than your youngest. As a matter of fact, its existence is old, its knowledge is new as time passes—almost not yet formed—identical to the brand new. The reason for this can be found in the absence of a secretary even though I am an experienced writer: my secretary could at least put me on the path of writing a book on more familiar issues by looking up from the keyboard and looking intently into my eyes. I mean, if there was a person as an assistant next to me or someone at the top of literature, I wouldn't write a book that awaited definitions through concepts. On the other hand, it's good that I defined the Counter-Factory, so everything has a beginning, everything turned out well; otherwise, despite the Counter-Factory, rail vehicle, which I had seen several times with my own eyes and even got on, I would have walked in the line of the average citizen and walked without expression. Although, Counter-Factory, is still the most obligatory work to be written in our experienced, old world. However, people can do without it, even they cannot comprehend it, and can carry it to the point of making fun of it. However, mentioning them does not make the counter-factory issue unfounded. Can there be people who do not know him in our world, in our region, in our country? There is no one in the world who does not know about skin cancers, and there are hardly any people who talk about it. What difference does it make if you delete the Counter Factory and put in the title Skin Cancer—skin cancer that lives in the moles of all people on earth? But if we summarize as people are being taken away and never come back, we will be cheap by making unsolved literature; If it is cheapness, it sweeps the literature, which censorship has not been able to destroy for maybe a thousand years, to the toilet in seconds. Is the counter-factory a matter of literature? Both yes and no, young people: it's a matter of literature. Unless I mean that literature is responsible for everything in the world.'
(I don't really trust scammers in the guise of young hopefuls as they try to hide their still youth! However, this author was well worth reading in the Counter-Factory mystery.)
I kept reading:
‘The Counter Factory is just as off the agenda, just as everyone is not holding presence-aware demonstrations and talking about skin cancer. Before I put it on my agenda, I went to my grandfather's new house, my step-grandmothers, who were spending the day in their three-story summer house near a pine forest. In that house, there is always the smell of cinnamon with plenty of Ashura, proving that you have arrived at the right place. A person should know whether the place is correct or not while going to a place and standing there. Although not complying with the obligations does not harm our environment, it is disrespectful to the environment. Even if you make this mistake, one gets angry at a painting of a sailor with a pensive gaze hanging on the wall, if the weather is clear, the clouds are hanging peacefully, if the daylight is floating peacefully, penetrating only the white-pink vapors, what could require the sailor to dive into the sailboat? As they get angry with angry people and pensive-thoughtful people who think like this, their anger increases. My grandfather-we used to call him grandfather because he was his parents-there was always a sofa in the living room. The equivalent of the sofa in daily life is the big sofa, the sofas and sofas have pillows that you can lean on, put under your head while lying down.
Sofas, pillows, the patterns of the carpet on the floor should be in harmony in terms of color: for example, the oranges waking up on the holiday morning of the pyramid buildings adjacent to the old sea, a slow morning time-the author probably wants us to count the time before lunch as a color-the meaning of a word in a foreign language I asked Ms. Alleyne. A light navy blue that adds color, far from being offensive, and Ms. A. herself.' (I don't remember that the happy author has mentioned such a lady before, including the introductory part of her work. Besides, it would be nice if she abbreviated a lady's name that she had written before. Anyway, the author was telling…)
'He told me about the question I asked, "it's a frequently used phrase, learn it by yourself, then you won't forget it". I brought the edges of the two pillows side by side, looking at the sunny window through the thin-edged gap between them, trying to figure out where I was. Unfortunately, my effort was in vain, the conclusion that I have always reached - that I cannot distinguish between right and wrong - came to a conclusion: I was nowhere…

TO BE CONTINUED...
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