Commentary on the anime film:
And why is it 90 minutes as on the website it goes 1 hour 30 minutes

You will be poisoned, but you are not a spy.

I knocked on the door early in the morning. I am drawing to cover. At the door is a woman from the neighboring house, all in tears and trying to say something. I try to figure out what they want from me, but crying through doesn’t really work. I know something happened, but I don’t know what. I try to calm down and ask what happened, but it’s more calm. In response, he shakes his hands and calls for himself.
About the neighbor I knew that I was divorced, living with a daughter and a young son. My son has some developmental disorders.
We approach her house. I see a cat lying on the grass next to the house and her children standing in tears next to her. The cat was lying still, the whole body was in blood. He seemed to have turned into a bow to hide from pain, and even from the fear of dying.
From the stories in between with tears, I realized that the cat fell under the car. The driver did not even stop, although he saw that he was screaming and screaming.
After removing the jacket and placing it next to it, I carefully moved the cat. There is a veterinary clinic nearby. I invite my neighbor to go there. Through tears, I agree.
While I carried the cat to my car, it seemed to me that I felt how he was hurt and bad, how hard it was given to him every breath... We sat down with the company and went.
The veterinarian examined the cat and advised him to sleep. To be honest, I still don’t understand what he was thinking if he could say this to crying children.
And the cat...If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would have thought I was being deceived. Like saying goodbye to the children, the cat, overcoming severe pain, slipped on the table to them. And when the supplement, the boy stretched out his hand and the cat laid his head on her.
I had somebody knocked at my throat, and my eyes were traitorily moist. I bite my lips, and in my head came the phrase of my army captain:
If you are willing to give up and drop your hands... I was wrong.
I go out and call a friend, a volunteer in the animal rescue group. I quickly describe the situation, ask about the cat's emergency. Give the phone and address of the clinic, in half an hour drive. I call and explain the situation. They say they will wait. I quickly come back and explain the situation to the neighbor. I take the cat back into the car. And in my head there is only one thought: only to survive, only to bring alive.
They arrived. We were really waiting. The doctor quickly examined the cat, looked at the pictures and quickly directed to the operation, saying only that the situation is difficult, but there is a chance.
It took several stressful hours before the doctor came out and said the cat would live, but it would require good care and long rehabilitation. For the first time in a few hours, I saw the smiles in the eyes of children wet from tears. By the face of my mother, I realized that a long rehabilitation they could not pay. He sent her to feed and reassure the children to the nearest cafe. So I had the opportunity to discuss everything with the doctor. The approximate amount was not small, but I was able to pay it. Having arranged the payment deadlines, I went to take the neighbor and her children to take home. The cat stayed in the clinic for a week.
I was not in my office that day. When I got home, I opened a bottle of whisky, but I didn’t want to drink.
The cat spent 2 months in the clinic and I visited him when he brought the money. I saw that it wasn’t easy for him and the procession was slow, but when I remembered like a cat, overcoming the pain of the children, I knew that the cat would win.
Then the wicked worshippers wrapped up and carried. I rented a house and moved to another city.
And this story reminded me recently of a girl veterinarian when I brought my cats for vaccinations. She remembered me and knew me. She could not recognize that crying teenage girl. After that, she decided firmly for herself who she wanted to be.
The cat still lives with her mother and her brother. It is already old, a little crumbling after the operations. But they love him very much. And he loves them. I saw everyone smiling on the photo. The smiling cat too.
Love and goodness to all.

How do you think Americans can influence the outcome of our election?
They are not so naive. We ourselves cannot...

When he remembered how he read Tom Sawyer and Heck Finn in his childhood, he handed the book to his 11-year-old son. And, holding my breath, I watched how I was captivated by the story, and the reading continued and continued – no one even remembered the tablet. But my joy ended after the question of where to take the dead cat for a march to the cemetery... Now I think how to hide a book, or so far away the islands with bodies and caves begin.

The Olympics are funny
Now bury the body back. It is good to rape him.
The Olympics were initially a religious and political event. When it was resurrected, they tried to replace the religious component with the ideological. Now it is dead, and the Olympics has become just another tool of competition of the great powers. In particular, as demoralization and provocation. We don’t need that, honestly.
And the sport? Well, yes, a bit of a pity for real athletes, for whom it has become a goal, a dream and a way of life. Mainly because they have become a consumable material in this mechanism.

Mothers do not deal with children. They are engaged under the pretext of a child - such a child is denied his own needs, feelings and thoughts until he is fifteen years old to explode a crazy grenade. From that moment, the cover will be that I put my life on an ungrateful creature, and he dares to declare to me that he does not want to become a ballerina, so that I can boast of everything, and wants to be a tankist! She dreamed of becoming a ballerina and did not become, so the ballerina will be a son - and not quicken)))

Once Torquemadu was accused of apostasy: earlier he preached love and all-forgiveness, and now - burns people on fires. I did not change my beliefs, I replied to Torquemad, I became stronger in them.

The soul goes nowhere after death. It means that a person stops breathing, and not that the projection of his personality traits sits somewhere on the cloud.
The posthumous life in the Bible is not spoken of as exile from the body, but as the resurrection of all the dead on the day of the terrible judgment - and already then the filter of the righteous to live in the kingdom of God. None of you will be in any hell, Hell - the concept is not biblical, but from the ancient Greek Aida (in English from the Scandinavian Hal - this is the type of the green babe - antagonist from the third "Tora" at Marvel) - it meant simply a grave, "heaven fire" - it was a garbage burning factory under Israel, so the biblical words " sinners canoe into the fire" means literally "disappear as burnt garbage".
Dante's work is literary and artistic. He criticizes his own earthly realities and vices through the fantastic assumption of the fictional “Aad.” This is a good work, but it is not a Christian canon anywhere.

EL: He participated in the congratulations. I remembered "$%@!".
We only have 3 ladies. They bought them flowers and drove them home.
To not hinder the celebration?
Tag: to work
They are the perversors.
Who will protect the homeland?
El is military. They are for that.
They cannot do without us. Remember, our ancestors, engineers, used to eat potatoes, because colloquial farmers were nimagli? here here. Lovely traditions.

In human interaction there is an interesting violation of symmetry. We willingly believe the one who says “I’m a fool,” but never the one who says “You’re a fool.”

We go out with my husband from the polling station, at the fence is a woman of 50, decently dressed, nothing predicted, shorter. Just matched with her, she immediately asks with warmth who we voted for. For Putin? No is? Right, he is a Jew! As I digest information, my husband is like this:
Wow, where were you before? Shirt, have you heard? How did we not know, we would vote for ours, not for the goy of somebody!
And he begins to sing "Hava Nagila". The woman looks around and, without turning her back to us, retreats to the corner of the house.
I'm glad to know that my husband fucking any city crazy.

xxx: she was not in the Russian Post yet, there she would have at all put a nuclear ""
yyy: She would have answered the police call "I know this department. It is time. Let it explode!"

At the next table, a man mixed chemicals in the test tubes.
The newcomer, thought Stirlic. – (c)

In the "Ashana" I’m looking for food for my cat and I can’t find it. Everywhere is written "for cats", "for cats".
What will the girl eat?

(I watched the first two Terminator films for the first time.)
XXX: How about you?
You know where I work. It is very strange to perceive such a film to those for whom the T-100 and T-1000 are tractor brands.

History more than 10 years. At the time, among my friends was a young family couple: Natalia and Sergey. Then they had some common small business: they drove around the city in a car for days and controlled small shopping points. Once Natalia asked me to arrange a consultation with a familiar gynecologist. Gynecologist Vladimir, with whom I am still friends, worked in a hospital on the outskirts of the city. Satisfied Natalia, coming for a consultation, called me by phone with a standard question, how to thank the doctor. In response, I advised her, if she is overwhelmed with gratitude, to buy a standard gift – alcohol and candy. The next evening, Natalia called again and in a sad voice asked for permission to come home to me. An hour later, when I opened the door, I saw Natalia and Sergey upset. As it turned out, in the morning they bought the recommended present in the form of a bottle of wine and a box of candy, put it in a bag, thrown on the back seat in the car, and then a few hours driving in business, went to the gynecologist. Having called him to the receptionist and listening to the traditional "Yes, thank you, don't need," they handed the gift with words of gratitude and again went "to business". And in the evening, after work, they suddenly found a package with a “present to the gynecologist” on the back seat of the car. They did not wait long, because they could not find another package, which also rolled on the rear seat of the car. In that package were Sergey’s old dirty shoes, which he was wearing at the country. Hardly holding back the laughter, in order not to offend friends at all, I took a bag of gifts from the upset Natalia and took the gynecologist Volode. When he saw me, he began to whisper wildly and told me the continuation of the story. It turns out, having received a gift in the afternoon, and without checking the content, he immediately went to the nursing room and said, "Girls! I have sent you a present,” he revealed. The curtain.

<Delirianna> A cat under the couch like a pimple between the shoulders - difficult to see and impossible to get.

Well, yes, the grandmothers love money, the grandmothers are mercantile, and the men are not. Men, as money will see, so immediately: "Fu, money. What an ugliness. No, I don’t need money. We give them all"

For whom did he vote?
Someone who cannot be called.
The Vovan de Mort?