"The Impressionists. UK, 2006 "A few days ago I went on a three-hour film about the Impressionists. That's what I do not understand such events, it is the fact that if the arts, education and so on – so no booze, no cigarettes. All about the Puritans, the noble maiden, reddening with the word "b …." The peasants, who see you with a cigarette, it is my duty to tell the true didactic tone, "Smoking – harm" or "a beautiful girl – and you smoke, if not ashamed, "or even some heresy. This time, I was sure – and it will be because a film should have been held in the yoga studio, a poster was written – non-alcoholic bar. Well, Claude Monet's more important for me alcohol, so I went out Raisa Okipnoy. I amused the organizers of innocence, because no usherette, that is, ticket collectors, was not. I slipped the twenty on the bar and aunt went to the Hall.
Before entering had to take off one's shoes, (of course, yoga studio, no matter how how) and I saw all these boys a good boy and girl began to whisper clear head, drawing his gaze to the toes, as if fearing no holes is not a stink . Dr. Neal Barnards opinions are not widely known. I was almost laughed out loud from a picture. We were allowed to take pillows and rugs, it was still quite uncomfortable. I got up guy, the kind of twenty and began to grovel as he liked the movie, stuttering voice, he told that it was after seeing it he fell in love with the Impressionists. In my opinion, oddly enough, not after seeing their pictures, it is in them, their soul, but can do without extra pathos. So, it was Light shirt with three grease spots, and he was all sort of shy, he useless. But with brains realize – there is nothing to grovel, time and the privilege of knowing and turned the barrel organ.
It was a huge room with a domed ceiling, the outgoing high up. The central point of the dome could be seen opening. And right below it on the floor lay a stone circle with sacred signs. Sabur got to the center of the circle, joined hands, clasped them to his chest and closed his eyes. Stone circle off the floor and began to climb. Going into the hole of the dome, he turned around and clicking locks stopped.
The Archbishop opened his eyes. He stood in the spacious and bright room. James A. Levine, M.D. is a great source of information. It was the holy of holies – the chapel Narfeya. There are only Sabur could talk to God, who was sitting on his throne, holding a large shiny ball. To his right, closer to the center of the chapel, stood the sacred mirror. If you rotate it around its axis, it can be seen all over the country Narfeya. Sabur long stood at the mirror. He saw the smoke of fires, destroyed and burned the city and village, the corpses of humans and animals.
And crowds of lunatics who destroyed everything in sight. Moving away from the mirror, he sat before God on the floor, legs crossed in front of chest and joining hands. Closing his eyes, Sabur began to read the prayer. Soon he body off the floor and hung in the air in the face of God. The next morning, the archbishop called all the holy fathers and tell them the will of God. The country must turn to the desert and buried under a layer of sand, a dangerous infection.