Astakhov stays or leaves?

Астахов Песков


Astakhov on the news still appears, as a Commissioner, and the Kremlin still believe that children’s Ombudsman Pavel Astakhov will resign, told reporters on Wednesday, press Secretary of the President Dmitry Peskov.
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Boulevard.

In two hours the night Gogol Boulevard completely empty. Summer rain washed and refreshed him, June put on his emerald pajamas, endless Moscow sky was covered with dark blanket, and he prepared to sleep. Tomorrow the Boulevard Wake up and be filled with people tomorrow souls there are sad and to laugh, to meet and to part, it will all be tomorrow, but today, he falls asleep easily inhales the night air and exhales it, occasionally rustling the leaves. Lanterns illuminate the path, stretching into the unknown of existence, they do not prevent it, over the years, he got used to them. Boulevard smiles by the curves of the curbs, laughing at us, over the perishability of our thoughts and feelings, he dreams the faces of people who in his eyes were born, grew old and died. Our tens of years for him only moments ahead of him forever, and we have only oblivion.


From the depths of the Boulevard visible female silhouette, slightly swaying, it is like a boat in the ocean of lanterns floating in the silence of the night. Go on as if afraid to Wake up the Boulevard, to break his rest, afraid to break the serenity and fragility of his beautiful dream.
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In the World a long time NOTHING remarkable happens.

Originally posted by 20finkov09 at In the World a long time NOTHING remarkable happens.

And there is NOTHING to discuss . . .


While Yes, Lopatnikov says another sign of the collapse of Russia, the Chip says another sign of the collapse of Judeo-Saxon already by the autumn, other, other, but . . . It’s ALL a BLANK.
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Favorite.

You fall asleep hugging. Her breath fills the night around you. Leaving PolyGram, but something makes you open your eyes to see once more her face. You seem to be afraid to dream, afraid that reality will end, and so you want to see it never ends. You look at her face, afraid to move, not to disturb her. Looking at as something great that he sent thee, a great what you don’t deserve, what can’t understand your mind. Receiving a diamond, in the face of a loved one, you get an incredible quintessence of euphoria and fear. You lie there and look at it as a first person, think about how many of these persons were around, but her eyes and tender touch in a dream will replace the angel wings. Snooze again finds you, but you open my eyes to see her face again and again. Looking at her eyebrows, eyes and lips, do you realize that you want to see them always, every day and every night, you don’t understand how without you I can live, and why you lived without it. All ashes in front of her with one touch, all ashes before her breathing.


You turn your back and try to sleep, but she, feeling anxiety, hugs you and cuddles up to you. You feel the beats of her heart, which give you your heart, you can even feel them beats. Her hot hands as the flames warm your soul, forcing you to turn again and again to look at her. You can be a great, audacious, terrible, anything but her, looking at her, you will be yourself, only with her you can remain human even when the human already left. Again and again you open my eyes to look at her. To hold hand through his hair in his sleep and clung to him, feeling the familiar scent. Are you afraid to fall Asleep and not Wake up next to her. But sleep takes over, and you fall asleep in the morning. For a little while. In the morning you Wake and see her next. You weren’t dreaming, that she loved. You go out quietly, so as not to Wake her. Coffee, laptop, stories, news. She wakes up shortly after you, and you bring the coffee.
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The Day Of St. Valka.

The story happened in the late ‘ 90s, when the vertical was not so vertical, tents stood in their places, it was possible to buy real Marlboro at ridiculous prices, thieves were thieves, and not by deputies, and in General everything was simpler and easier. Perhaps because we were young and didn’t bother for many things, all flowed in the direction of lightness and cheerfulness.


With the collapse of the Soviet Union the country has experienced not only Western goods, ideas, and holidays. Them every still is different, someone celebrates, someone blatantly ignores, preferring to Halloween, 4-th or 7 – th of November, and Valentine’s day our classic 23rd February and 8th March, respectively. In short, who as wants, that and jerking off.
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