The building they went to to get a visa was drawn by someone unknown to which architectural school of the world he belonged, and the city carefully completed this structure. The building had a human-like face. But this was more the face of a hero with the physiognomy of a talking bull in cartoons. It had arms, and those who knew a little biology would notice that these arms were carried in the style of the wing model of a bird whose name they did not know, which had probably become extinct. The strangeness of the structure did not frighten the group of colleagues, but they decided to choose a representative from among them and carry out the process on behalf of all of them.
This person entered the front door called main aperture and reached the application. Along with it, the autumn sun also entered through the opened door, making it clear that the application counter, which looked like tan linoleum in the dusk, should actually be considered colorless. Of course, this had no benefit for business purposes, but the attentive gaze of the wild gentleman who was directed to consult had caused the person behind the official window to get excited and turn his head suddenly towards the officer's break room further back.
A lady in shopping clothes, who we must assume was the application officer's wife, immediately came out as if she was carrying out a procedure, walked towards the applicant and asked with a very broad smiling face, "What is your profession, sir?" posed the question. The representative, who had to act carefully because he represented a group of colleagues, gently said the initials of his name and surname, and in protocol style, his title of work:
"I am a certified public accountant, excuse my abbreviation, B... K...." The woman - most likely the application officer's wife - moved to this side of the counter, making her smile wider and wider, and took the applicant by the hand, taking him out the front door again and started talking: " Among the official buildings, this is perhaps the only example that will go down in history with its shape. I think the architecture from the outside will attract your attention!
"What is the word to attract my attention, madam? I'm confused. For the sake of truth, what are the accessories that resemble a lion's arm with its claws painted red, extending from between the floors, or an eagle's wing, which has smeared serum-colored stains on the tissues of its prey?" If the women are the only ones that interest you, ignore them and give up, but haven't you ever noticed the navy blue, tubular tunnels that connect some of the strange wings, resembling "u"-shaped sink drains, which a teenager can easily fit into...
Mr. Consultant B.… answered the question with a little laugh, "Is it okay... Such a masterpiece of art building in a district that looks colorful beyond imagination solves my job without even needing my application. I'm sure my job will go fast." A small pause passed, then the woman made an invitation,

A journalist who went on a career vacation for a few years without having any idea about the deserts in North America explains:
-" The soup kitchen that I entered to eat fast meatballs, the fashion of our age, was a single-storey building, if you call it a hut, it was a single-storey building, its loyalty to the hot summer was obvious, even though the entrance door was facing west - because it was under a cloudless sky and very sunny - contrary to the end of the afternoon, it was mysteriously dim. At the far end of the narrow, long dining table, which must be considered the most surprising item in the "place" in the words of the little toilet-scented mafia bastards, the light brown suit is neatly matched with the tie - however, the badge place is lined up opposite the fast-food shop and the live elm trees and armed shepherds are familiar with it. In his ironed shirt, made invisible by the effect of the playful semi-pink horizons - completely obscured by the jacket - yes, believe me, the place of the badge is made invisible - a man who is willing to leave the locality, superstitious madrasah style memorization and cruel society, is sitting and waiting for his order to arrive... At the far end, right across from him, I am I sat down. The sporty but expensive chair I was sitting on seemed to put the burden of saying "hello" to the person in front of me on my shoulders, my cheerful and tired shoulders.
-"Hello"
The man swallowed hard and was already getting ready for a long battle. I quickly scanned the surroundings with mischievous eyes to get some information from the inanimate nature. On the walls were photographs of people who had either visited this place or were famous throughout the country. The visually well-decorated walls seemed to serve as protection for the very long-stemmed living room cacti placed one step away from them. I quickly thought of getting rid of the trouble of my interlocutor, whose chance of hiding his desire to talk seemed to be zero, and I started muttering completely false idioms and proverbs to myself and, I say to my master, both the walls and the indoor cacti. The short saying, I made up on the spot was as follows: "If a purple leaf, watered with a thousand and one difficulties, turns its face to a dirty yellow, this is a very auspicious sign: As for the meaning it carries - necessarily a lie - the summary is probably as follows: A close relative of yours is currently getting married in front of the marriage officer and It means he is remembering you inside.”
Apparently, I got angry at my own private prank and uttered an ugly curse.
Because the man sitting across from me asked, 'Did you order something?' I was being addressed by a person who was disgusting, because he was far from fashion, not created for life, and whose death would be no more heartbreaking than a parasite we flush down the toilet. My interlocutor was more shameless than a cartoon rabbit chasing carrots but, for some reason, evolved into a humanized

A journalist who went on a career vacation for a few years without having any idea about the deserts in North America explains:
-" The soup kitchen that I entered to eat fast meatballs, the fashion of our age, was a single-storey building, if you call it a hut, it was a single-storey building, its loyalty to the hot summer was obvious, even though the entrance door was facing west - because it was under a cloudless sky and very sunny - contrary to the end of the afternoon, it was mysteriously dim. At the far end of the narrow, long dining table, which must be considered the most surprising item in the "place" in the words of the little toilet-scented mafia bastards, the light brown suit is neatly matched with the tie - however, the badge place is lined up opposite the fast-food shop and the live elm trees and armed shepherds are familiar with it. In his ironed shirt, made invisible by the effect of the playful semi-pink horizons - completely obscured by the jacket - yes, believe me, the place of the badge is made invisible - a man who is willing to leave the locality, superstitious madrasah style memorization and cruel society, is sitting and waiting for his order to arrive... At the far end, right across from him, I am I sat down. The sporty but expensive chair I was sitting on seemed to put the burden of saying "hello" to the person in front of me on my shoulders, my cheerful and tired shoulders.
-"Hello"
The man swallowed hard and was already getting ready for a long battle. I quickly scanned the surroundings with mischievous eyes to get some information from the inanimate nature. On the walls were photographs of people who had either visited this place or were famous throughout the country. The visually well-decorated walls seemed to serve as protection for the very long-stemmed living room cacti placed one step away from them. I quickly thought of getting rid of the trouble of my interlocutor, whose chance of hiding his desire to talk seemed to be zero, and I started muttering completely false idioms and proverbs to myself and, I say to my master, both the walls and the indoor cacti. The short saying, I made up on the spot was as follows: "If a purple leaf, watered with a thousand and one difficulties, turns its face to a dirty yellow, this is a very auspicious sign: As for the meaning it carries - necessarily a lie - the summary is probably as follows: A close relative of yours is currently getting married in front of the marriage officer and It means he is remembering you inside.”
Apparently, I got angry at my own private prank and uttered an ugly curse.
Because the man sitting across from me asked, 'Did you order something?' I was being addressed by a person who was disgusting, because he was far from fashion, not created for life, and whose death would be no more heartbreaking than a parasite we flush down the toilet. My interlocutor was more shameless than a cartoon rabbit chasing carrots but, for some reason, evolved into a humanized

In a “Tell All” …I
(Doctor Abba SOLZHENITSOF)
Our house was in a city close to the mountains where an ordinary pasha had brought out a hundred thousand naked soldiers in the most frozen a winter; I was a military school student; I overcame the mystery of meeting my dear friend's compatriots and anti-communist 'militant Circassians'…
I left my school... My intention was to fight against the small oppressor 'Soviet' in the big and victimized 'Russia' at the first opportunity so first of all, I reached the Greco-European book culture;
While I appeared to be living in a village, I participated in front-line training with the heroes who were doing war drills in some where... I wouldn't admit it, even if I heard not it, once,
In order not to be startled by my nickname, 'Abba Vite bin Ebu Velid' was added, the 'Slavic' surname SOLZH… was added too, the system was established, stable and pure

Part II

The Opposite of Moving is Identity with Things

In the official compound where his mansion was located, he recalled his grammatical fidelity, even though it required reticence, and although the duo "you have forgotten, I have forgotten" is mentally necessary correct, he respectfully returned to the incorrect use of "you have forgotten, I have forgotten".
Thinking that he might have misunderstood, he went out and went back to his office. There, his men who welcomed him again with the red carpet - politely his colleagues - this time in chorus, sang the not very famous corporate anthem titled "Philosophical Thinking States That Are Harmful to Be Considered Openly" with a loud voice. The anthem was enthusiastic, but here only the concept of the "Exemplary Father" was mentioned, the findings were not to be disclosed. The fact that he would be examined was the only truth and revealing the exact facts was incompatible with a loud voice... When he entered the main corridor of the office compound, he paused and called the director of administration. next to you. There was no reason to ask who did what, because when the artificial intelligence application was combined with eye-recognizing cameras, as the head of the campus, whoever looked carefully at anyone, a laser plate appeared on their head, in short, their name, surname and duty could be easily read from that plate. Even though everyone here knew each other, the head of the organization, as the most responsible and authoritative, decided as soon as possible not to look closely at the location of any employee. In such information science institutions, although everyone knows each other's names, some tasks are not announced to other employees. Without further ado, he asked the administrative director for the layout plan of the office, the residence within the institution, and the working, resting, nutrition, sports and library units.
Everyone knows that high-ranking people enter their own high-ranking campuses… from the front line and with a welcome protocol. He sneaked in by hiding through the back door and cowering on one of the main landings. The application officers were instructed in advance and ignored the way the largest number of managers entered the institution. He held the expensive, very special ballpoint pen in his pocket towards the ceiling and the weak red laser that appeared in front of him took him to the door of the administrative manager's secretary. The secretary found himself in front of the biggest administrator. Therefore, he was shaking with excitement and fear. He calmed him down and called the director of administration to him, shouting his verbal instructions, to bring the map of the campus. The manager, paralyzed with astonishment, came running with a magnificent and concise file of sketches that we had to admit had been prepared in advance.
When he entered the main corridor of the official campus, he paused and called the administration manager to him. It is worth

In this case, the exemplary father's suggestion does not change: To feel the greatest pleasure, be one of the great helpers of people, then die to receive the reward of pleasure. Where do we see this clearly? From the self-confidence of older siblings who command their younger siblings to say, "Run and get me a glass of water" as if they are the ones who know everything. It's misplaced self-confidence, but it's in place. Older children are also injured in train accidents, but little ones are luckier in the soft parental arms.
It does not matter whether the conversation is with someone outside or whether it is a daytime delirium, if the source is a solid example, it is guaranteed in terms of productivity: health efficiency, consciousness efficiency, happiness and long-term efficiency. These listed - in a sense - building blocks of prayer, parents, require an exemplary personality in order to be considered a parent. If someone says that he lived the most important part of his childhood during the World War, not to mention the fear of death, or at least the fear of suffering, and that he developed a philosophy of life based on a single principle that does not fit into the experiences of his young age, and if the other person asks for that principle to be explained, of course, he should be ready to hear vital words... Also, the speech vernier:
-What did your principle foresee?
-In short, the truth that we were born for one purpose: to die without committing suicide and without suffering.
-Where were you when you put these into words?
-In the living room of our house, of course.
(The house is two-storey, its roof protrusions are not dangerous at all, its cylindrical structure with pedestals consists of cone-cut gutters, or rather baroque excesses, designed to be suitable for rainwater. At the back of the building, there is a wire fence drawn to protect the space that is not considered a garden, and a stone-paved courtyard at the front. area... The size of the windows and the ceiling heights are suitable for the rooms they illuminate. Perhaps due to the westward aspect of the windows, the curtains are cream coloured and the bottom edge embroidery is in tassel style. It exhibits straight, thick silk threads, thicker embroidered spirals, and rhombuses. The inside of the windows is large enough to fit a book or gas lamps to be used in an emergency.)
When there are no more details to talk about, we stop the conversation—even though they know the details haven't come to the fore yet. Even though conversations can be heard far away from our surroundings, a conversation has started and ended.