В Америке однажды ...
Эл. адрес для контактов plus99let@gmail.com In America, a long time ago, perhaps about two hundred years ago. The sun turned the endless expanses of the prairie, ...into a living hell! The blazing air seemed to flow, ...like lava, ...from volcanoes. And there was no one alive here, only spirits, in the grass spewing heat... Thus began an adventure, with a truly terrifying plot. which to this day, like a fairy tale, ...is told to children, ...at night... At full gallop, raising dust, ...who the hell brought him here? ...can anyone find out now? lashing his mustang with his whip, the cowboy raced, ...as if to heaven! He was a brave man, and had already tried, ...everything. But most importantly, he knew how to communicate, as he himself believed, ...with the spirit of his ancestor. To avoid a trap, wherever fate might throw him, he mentally asked questions, for example: ...what should I do? ...tell me! And this time—according to the plot, the Indians are pursuing him, ...catching up!!! And he, as they say, ...isn't worried about anything, he will insist, ...the spirit will help! ...I know for sure! Here's the beginning of a dialogue that I managed to overhear. Well, somehow it just so happens that I also know how to summon, ...the voice of the spirit... So—without any backstories, so between us, ...there are no secrets. I'll tell you honestly, ...word for word, everything was just like that, ...I vouch for it... Answer me, voice, ...where is salvation? How can I, ... disappear from here? Look ahead, ... there's a sign, there, in those mountains, ... you can hide... Arrows were already flying, ... near the ear. and streams of foam, ... from the horse's muzzle, when the cowboy, ... guided by the spirit, between the rocks, ... saw two passages... Tell me? ... should I go left or right? ... to avoid meeting, ... with "bad luck"? Uh, ... so, turn, ... to the left... — the voice growled, ... right in the ear... The cowboy steered his horse, ... into the left ravine, ... without hesitation. Having scratched his sides and elbows, he finally limped, ...to the widening exit... and saw a wonderful clearing, blooming flowers, ...and waist-high grass... The evil Indians have fallen behind, I'm saved! Oh! ...well, thank God! Huh?... the spirit muttered, ...are you praising God? As if... I don't deserve any praise?! Well, well, ... come on, ... let's see how you'll cope without me, brother, ...you'll cry!... So, the offended disembodied spirit, ... muttered under his breath, ... little by little when you need help, ... then you run to me, how did you get away with it, ... so you say, thank God!... Now, to save you, ... when you ask me, ... then I'll take it, ... and I won't help you... Well, and now, my friend, ... you will dance, to the music of the spirits, ... on a fairy flute... a wondrous ringing sound rang out, enveloping the entire valley, like a light morning mist, floating and swaying over the river... fading, ...dissolving into the grass, ... the cowboy listened and almost He fell asleep... when suddenly he saw the faces of the Indians looking at him from all sides, from the bushes. Hey, voice?! Where are you? Help! Can't you see?! I'm facing retribution! Yes, yes, of course, ...I understand... Take your gun, ...kill the chief! Without thinking twice, the cowboy, glancing at all the Indians, grabbed his trusty Winchester, ...and the chief, ...into the flowers, ...fell, right on his nose... - Hey, spirit!? ...and what happens next!? Tell me quickly, ...I'm waiting for orders. Come on, tell me immediately, ...what should I do, ...right now, right now? I think it's time to save myself!? After all, he lies there, not alive, ...the Indian! Well, ... right now, ...if I may say so, ...you, my young friend, ...are finished!!! The moral of this story is sad, but not in form, ...but in essence... All of you, try to remember, do not take God's name, ...in vain! do not take God's name, ...in vain!
Эл. адрес для контактов plus99let@gmail.com In America, a long time ago, perhaps about two hundred years ago. The sun turned the endless expanses of the prairie, ...into a living hell! The blazing air seemed to flow, ...like lava, ...from volcanoes. And there was no one alive here, only spirits, in the grass spewing heat... Thus began an adventure, with a truly terrifying plot. which to this day, like a fairy tale, ...is told to children, ...at night... At full gallop, raising dust, ...who the hell brought him here? ...can anyone find out now? lashing his mustang with his whip, the cowboy raced, ...as if to heaven! He was a brave man, and had already tried, ...everything. But most importantly, he knew how to communicate, as he himself believed, ...with the spirit of his ancestor. To avoid a trap, wherever fate might throw him, he mentally asked questions, for example: ...what should I do? ...tell me! And this time—according to the plot, the Indians are pursuing him, ...catching up!!! And he, as they say, ...isn't worried about anything, he will insist, ...the spirit will help! ...I know for sure! Here's the beginning of a dialogue that I managed to overhear. Well, somehow it just so happens that I also know how to summon, ...the voice of the spirit... So—without any backstories, so between us, ...there are no secrets. I'll tell you honestly, ...word for word, everything was just like that, ...I vouch for it... Answer me, voice, ...where is salvation? How can I, ... disappear from here? Look ahead, ... there's a sign, there, in those mountains, ... you can hide... Arrows were already flying, ... near the ear. and streams of foam, ... from the horse's muzzle, when the cowboy, ... guided by the spirit, between the rocks, ... saw two passages... Tell me? ... should I go left or right? ... to avoid meeting, ... with "bad luck"? Uh, ... so, turn, ... to the left... — the voice growled, ... right in the ear... The cowboy steered his horse, ... into the left ravine, ... without hesitation. Having scratched his sides and elbows, he finally limped, ...to the widening exit... and saw a wonderful clearing, blooming flowers, ...and waist-high grass... The evil Indians have fallen behind, I'm saved! Oh! ...well, thank God! Huh?... the spirit muttered, ...are you praising God? As if... I don't deserve any praise?! Well, well, ... come on, ... let's see how you'll cope without me, brother, ...you'll cry!... So, the offended disembodied spirit, ... muttered under his breath, ... little by little when you need help, ... then you run to me, how did you get away with it, ... so you say, thank God!... Now, to save you, ... when you ask me, ... then I'll take it, ... and I won't help you... Well, and now, my friend, ... you will dance, to the music of the spirits, ... on a fairy flute... a wondrous ringing sound rang out, enveloping the entire valley, like a light morning mist, floating and swaying over the river... fading, ...dissolving into the grass, ... the cowboy listened and almost He fell asleep... when suddenly he saw the faces of the Indians looking at him from all sides, from the bushes. Hey, voice?! Where are you? Help! Can't you see?! I'm facing retribution! Yes, yes, of course, ...I understand... Take your gun, ...kill the chief! Without thinking twice, the cowboy, glancing at all the Indians, grabbed his trusty Winchester, ...and the chief, ...into the flowers, ...fell, right on his nose... - Hey, spirit!? ...and what happens next!? Tell me quickly, ...I'm waiting for orders. Come on, tell me immediately, ...what should I do, ...right now, right now? I think it's time to save myself!? After all, he lies there, not alive, ...the Indian! Well, ... right now, ...if I may say so, ...you, my young friend, ...are finished!!! The moral of this story is sad, but not in form, ...but in essence... All of you, try to remember, do not take God's name, ...in vain! do not take God's name, ...in vain!