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Please proceed to the end of those who watched, if not, at least heard something about the film Cargo 200. "

Today looked German film director Florian von Henkelya Donnersmarka "Life others." A full withdrawal later write ... now me just overwhelmed with emotion, and to keep silent again, I will not be able to.

In 2007, almost at the same time took to the big screens two films. In both films, it was a 1984 years. Whether coincidence or not, but it is. One Russian films, the other German. As you probably guessed, this is a "Cargo 200" and "The lives of others."

I am ashamed. And frightening. Yes, I am not indifferent people. I can not simply take the pigs and the fact that there are such people and quite a lot of this, and they are intelligent, educated and NORMALNY think that after viewing "Cargo 200" can talk about his sense hold analogy, think of the high and say that Balabanov committed a bold step. I am ashamed that with the German director, I unknown people, the representative of the nation, which has long been a symbol of cruelty and death for our country, withdrew remarkable for its power, wisdom, love for people to the movie. The film honestly and sincerely talked about the disadvantages of the socialist system, while demonstrating the heroes of spectators who stayed for all people. These, intact, able to do good. But there have been those who have crushed system and yet does not cause ill will. The film tells of that, and each time it was an evil that needed to eradicate and good zreyuschee timid offspring at the neblagodatnoy motivated, as no system, no regime can not break the eternal harmony of good and evil. The film opens our eyes to the fact that despite officials upivayuschihsya power, and people were among creative individuals, and to the system, which questioned the ideality society in which to live, but that believed in socialist system, and are looking for the negative side , and positive. These people were not tryapichnymi dolls in the hands of the party, they remain in the personality and lived on his own system. And these were, and will be at all times.

Yes, all this is of course well ... Balabanova, cargo, the lives of others ... Creek soul and search for truth. But something in me now sneezing all the high mountains.

I was tearing. I gniyu alive. I HRENOVO!

Split home, we never bought. Going the other day. But all recent days about 40 in the shade.

What I say here? I think already hate summer ... you can travel by sea and autumn. But that look in my city and in many parts of the world, summer is just a darkness. I can not think properly now. Feel myself, as an adhesive, razlagayuscheesya and Otherwise.

Tomorrow promised rain ... but a week later, again heat in the shade under 40. Is it so you can live?

Today came out with the work on the street and thought that hit the hell.

I have only one desire-to close the windows and insert Split. I really need Split! Otherwise, I sdohnu ...

Nothing breathe. Hot Air. Heavy. Gusti. This is bad. 
 

Well, I can say? Paragraph, comrades. A complete and irreversible.

Today's was the first night for all summer when I was not able to sleep. Provalivalas to sleep and then returned back to the stifling, sticky reality. Air humidity, which promises rain, so never nasulila only complicating the atmosphere. I was bad. Very bad. And so with that, and in June, and in July, madly hot and unbearable - I slept like marmot in his lair and even blankets harboring lot closer to the middle of the night.

That same night happened terrible. Heat won me. I was unable to resist.

Sluggish and sleepy, I ran away from our bedrooms in the two hours the night with a pillow and pododeyalnikom and moved to the home-made bed on the balcony, which every member of our family has used as a bed that day, the night. The air is not moving, and on the street, but I was a little bit easier, and despite the mosquitoes, rinuvshihsya in attack as soon as Toffoli human flesh, I fell dead sleeping.

All. That night, sleep on the balcony again. Mazhus cream of mosquitoes and otrubayus.