So, I'm sitting here, not giving a damn. I've long wanted to know – why bother? What does it mean in terms of wealth and social standing? Okay, not giving a damn at all. My thoughts about the cosmic are thrown off by the arrival of the models with the leader. All of them, without exception, billionaires, only small ones. A quick inspection of the equipment revealed that the models didn't spoil their natural beauty with makeup. Not at all, completely. Natural and nothing more, and... shut up, sad, shut up. To my silent, perplexed question – and why? – the answer was – the leader, the shoot's curator, told us not to wear makeup, saying the photographer would draw what he wanted. I need it, yeah. So, I'm trying to say that I was misunderstood, and that makeup should still be purchased. A second later – a fight for the makeup bag and clothes brought by the thrifty leader. I humbly sip drinks from the thrifty leader and listen to the harsh swish of brushes on my eyelashes. After an hour of silent shuffling, voices were heard – "Oh, look at yourself!" – and footsteps. Beauty flowed onto the platform. Camera, action…
Lovely! And there's nothing to comment on. I'm already thinking, Why doesn't anyone bring me such beauties? Or maybe I should grow a mustache, maybe that's where all the power lies... / just kidding!
Why doesn't anyone bring me such beauties? Maybe I should grow a mustache, maybe that's where all the power lies...
Well, it's like this... As a famous character said: tell me, brother, where is power? Is it a mustache? Is it money? I think power lies in truth (I was trying to make a clever joke here, but it didn't work out )
Igor G., Well, it's like this... As a famous character said, "Tell me, brother, where is strength? In a mustache? In money?" I think strength lies in truth (I was trying to make a subtle joke here, but it didn't work out)
Backwoods, It's not the mustache that makes the man, but the man who makes the mustache! (Also not mine, Theory of Power) And in general, growing a mustache is a tradition that goes back deep to 1861 (the abolition of serfdom, when everyone was freed). I also grew mine about 40 years ago, but it's still there. It must be doing well for me.
I also grew my mustache about 40 years ago, but it's still there, it must be fine with me
I had a story. I was young and had a mustache. I thought it was cool, until one of my fans said right away, "What's that brush under your nose?" And how do you control it? I had to trim the excess hair, for which I was rewarded.
Viktor, you should try it too, maybe people won't recognize you and ban you anymore
Vikto, you should try it too, in case they stop recognizing you and ban you. [/quote] Backwoods, The ban here isn't as bad as they make it out to be, but in the village, without a moustache, it's really dangerous. Progressive deputies and their assistants and other urban elite eager for eco-friendly recreation will show up and start waving rainbow flags, luring naive, innocent young shepherds and combine operators into their nets. My moustache is my only salvation, along with a little help from the sign of the cross and an aspen stake (the type of wood isn't that important in this case, the main thing is that the amulet be impressive in size). And the moustache is like a ward off their vile claims on my natural beauty and stature.
My mustache is all I'm used to, and a little bit of the sign of the cross and an aspen stake...
How the appearance of today's farmer has changed, though. A helmet on his head, a mask on his face, a mustache stretching out from under the mask (1.5 meters away), an aspen stake on his belt on his back... felt boots with spurs, a sharpened sickle in his holster, and a cast-iron frying pan on his back. So, brother Victor, if a rainbow appears over your field due to a summer rain, do you rejoice at the natural phenomenon or do you take a defensive stand?
So, brother Victor, if a rainbow appears over your field due to a summer rain, do you rejoice at the natural phenomenon or take a defensive stand?[/quote] Backwoods, Natural phenomena don't frighten us; we charge our batteries and fry eggs in thunderstorms, but all sorts of foreign same-sex amusements are a novelty to us. They say they've already hung their flags on the American embassy in Moscow. The guys and I have decided not to go to the district for now unless absolutely necessary. We're maintaining quarantine, you never know, and a gauze bandage won't save us, especially on our noses.
Okay, not giving a damn at all.
My thoughts about the cosmic are thrown off by the arrival of the models with the leader. All of them, without exception, billionaires, only small ones.
A quick inspection of the equipment revealed that the models didn't spoil their natural beauty with makeup. Not at all, completely. Natural and nothing more, and... shut up, sad, shut up.
To my silent, perplexed question – and why? – the answer was – the leader, the shoot's curator, told us not to wear makeup, saying the photographer would draw what he wanted. I need it, yeah.
So, I'm trying to say that I was misunderstood, and that makeup should still be purchased.
A second later – a fight for the makeup bag and clothes brought by the thrifty leader. I humbly sip drinks from the thrifty leader and listen to the harsh swish of brushes on my eyelashes.
After an hour of silent shuffling, voices were heard – "Oh, look at yourself!" – and footsteps. Beauty flowed onto the platform. Camera, action…
I think power lies in truth (I was trying to make a clever joke here, but it didn't work out
Viktor, you should try it too, maybe people won't recognize you and ban you anymore
Backwoods, The ban here isn't as bad as they make it out to be, but in the village, without a moustache, it's really dangerous. Progressive deputies and their assistants and other urban elite eager for eco-friendly recreation will show up and start waving rainbow flags, luring naive, innocent young shepherds and combine operators into their nets. My moustache is my only salvation, along with a little help from the sign of the cross and an aspen stake (the type of wood isn't that important in this case, the main thing is that the amulet be impressive in size). And the moustache is like a ward off their vile claims on my natural beauty and stature.
So, brother Victor, if a rainbow appears over your field due to a summer rain, do you rejoice at the natural phenomenon or do you take a defensive stand?
Backwoods, Natural phenomena don't frighten us; we charge our batteries and fry eggs in thunderstorms, but all sorts of foreign same-sex amusements are a novelty to us. They say they've already hung their flags on the American embassy in Moscow. The guys and I have decided not to go to the district for now unless absolutely necessary. We're maintaining quarantine, you never know, and a gauze bandage won't save us, especially on our noses.