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Today I watched a saleswoman at the crossroads kissing a child in a wheelchair:
How are they called? by Mark? How do you baptize? Mark is a good apostolic name.
The browned dad was polite. If the seller recognized the healthy Millner on his hat, her question would not be heard :)"

Such things are pleasant - one might think that every simple mortal like a merchant is directly obliged to recognize the attributes of all the gods of all world religions. They will write and rejoice for themselves, they will whisper - here we are some advanced and aware, and the story is forbidden for those who are aware of it, and who has not understood it - the same shit as that seller who asked a pointless question from their point of view. Be easier guys.
My father was so fascinated with classical painting all his life, yes, I agree, an expert, but when he absolutely in any company began to reason, for example, about the artistic and sensual differences of Rembrandt and Titian Dana, and the people around him looked at him either with careful attention or with boredom - it looked just like pure water.
People may not share your hobbies or understand the meanings that lie on the surface for you. There is nothing funny about it, it’s just life.