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Shoemaker - Epilogue

Christmas entry for the helpless



Preface

malkontenckich few little entries annoyed me and even gave expression to in the comments. Fortunately, the conversation with the authors convinced me that this second condition relates frondowa nice, cultural, and certainly not in his attitude zapiekłych bloggers, which in turn consoled me. Therefore

Christmas I decided to announce this entry "for the helpless", from which the allegedly "do not care."



I will lead the next war.

Christmas, first of all.











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But secondly, you need to fight apathy by another method. A blogger disarmed me angry response to my remarks, that "something can handle the weekend." Oh, that is! Search

medicine.

offer so as they have. Will it work? We'll see ...



Fox meets Szewc shopping

Like Christmas, but the pre-Christmas time is a busy time. Some things are difficult and important as the soul wymiecenie or selection of gifts for loved ones, others joyful, such as common baking gingerbread and ride for Christmas, and some annoying, but necessary.



The latter include purchases of products, from which I am trying to wriggle out, let me not be counted.

One way is to snap his wife as soon as possible and to look around for a café. Mitigating circumstance may not be ordinariness of this method.



As is common, I realized is a cold Saturday, when the bustling, winter garden, a French Crossroads pronounced, do not know why the English, was heading with a cup of cappuccino in the direction of a secluded table. To immerse yourself in reading the latest issue Frondy.



garden was quiet because I was near the stage, which hired me closer to an unknown actor, entertain the kids, for my liking anything too loud or whatever for wesołkowato. Apparently the poor, have no children and did not know that children are completely normal people, and you can talk to them normally, or understand.

course from the halls are empty tables, but probably only for the disabled. For przygłuchych. I am deaf, but unfortunately not to the degree that I would qualify.

against hope I head to the opposite side, and here someone calling me:

- Dear Sir! Welcome!

Please! Familiar Shoemaker - lucky guy is a great table with a sofa bed - in a secluded corner, as the collective farm conditions, location.

from reading the thread, but even better coffee in the company of a charming raconteur.

- Once you have seen! - I say, once you have made ritual greetings and found a common sin of escapism and a lack of purchase of marital solidarity in this mitrędze.

Recovers good humor and even the somewhat noisy commotion suddenly becomes more sympathetic and less blatant wesołkowatość.



- Construction noise, before Christmas, people order the shoes for horse riding gifts. But I finally pulled my shopping. And what is there with you esteemed?



- And do you know, Mr Arthur, - I replied with alacrity - recently watched these blogs, which you once told me, and zirytowały me some. Instead of joyful, vigilant and active expectation, too much malkontenctwa, discouragement, helplessness. Well, let him tell you himself!

- think I should write a book someday parafrazowanym entitled "In search of the lost spirit of the times."

- Or are przemądrzali and aggressive, or again discouraged. And everything is supposedly guilty of "modern-bigots," too stupid to oppose the pope and the school children who are too stupid to teach them.



Shoemaker smiled with understanding.

- I am glad, sir, I have one more znajomka writer, because if I have too much of these nouveaux riches, which are beginning to ride a horse. A knowledge of them will be honored only for three hundred years, and that's not all.



I looked at him uncertainly. Mocks, and he says seriously? With that freak you never know. Sam complaining and picking on the poor, discouraged surfers. But the shoemaker with an innocent face, thoughtful, seemed to wait for the sequel.



- Humor me only spoiled - I continued a little unsure - but did not want to argue, because it's their more rozwścieczy or discouraged.

Apparently the times are such that nothing can be done. All lost. Our Polish Moses, it was a modernist, and the worm, the Church plunged into modernization, the government of President sucks, the Union received our independence, the Germans and the Russians had already reached agreement.

end of the world! And what we fought for? We left a little for today's youth, and she only complains.

nothing from them do not care? Do you remember how the state of war did not we lost hope? What was the spirit? What jokes told, even a stranger?



finally fell silent here, and I decided not to pull the rest of this, because fighting malkontenctwa complaining myself seemed absurd.



Shoemaker remained silent, as if not noticed, I'm waiting a little worried about his reaction. Would be foolish to change the weekend in a chat conversation between two bitter aunts. I was about to change the subject and talk neutrally, when he suddenly took my thread.



- nothing from them do not care? Oh, lord. I will never understand how a person could be helpless. And even then may be hero. I'll tell you something.



Shoemaker tells how he won power

under martial law gave me a new apartment block, housing estate, "the Fair" was called. Large block, 125 homes, it just reminded that it is like a big village, for 125 of fumes.



Well I was in the Old Town, the Szewska the backyard, the workshop heard from the front. But in one small room without a bathroom, with only one tap, with two small children, it was hard. And then the Underground urging to use different nieprzeżarte commune authorities, and even choose to give up and try to do the usual socialist democracy. I flew a little bit of tissue around the city, at some secret meeting, I counted the votes that communism does not indicate a result of 99% and so on, but I could not sit in a garage and only a hammer banging shoe on the hoof.

When the cooperative announced a meeting of residents, I went. It came three more. To 125 dwellings. Well, a representative of the cooperative, who had to go to the protocol of the Council appointed residents of Block.

charakternych met three people. And then people from earwire did not ask what they will be in it for them, just ask, what to do.

case was clear, was a four-Council, and I was mayor, that is, as always about himself later said, block, or Kapo.

authority lay in the street, but rather on the floor of the brudnoszarej PVC plates.



tasted this power is used, a wooden spatula. A spatula that you had to paint the staircase, or digging a hole in the ground and plant a tree.

Lord, it really was not funny, that's just ridiculous to mention it now.

As I was in the workshop, and the elevator is broke, my, not suspecting anything, opened the door and heard angry, tempered good manners, so only slightly raised voice:



- Are you the President? ... No? ... It's really a scandal! He is not a lift is not the point!



elevator is often spoiled, and the block has 20 floors. Fortunately, I lived on 15th, so getting to the wife of najzawziętsi, from the top floors.

those of lower did not want to climb so high, they preferred immediately to the administration.

we had no phone, vending machine at the bottom was often broken.



After some time, managed to get the phone to a conservator, and the situation has normalized, who is most disliked climb stairs, for example, mothers with children in prams, immediately telephoned him. Conservator had audiotele vote, so even though it believed that "if you stand or to lie, 2000 to be" had no choice: people who are home to 12 floors up, they become strangely convincing.

About

hinged on this: a little ingenuity in serious trouble. Long to tell how organized the planting of trees in the courtyard of brick similar to the bombing or unauthorized fencing of public parking.

neighbors accepted such things in advance, who had many children and no carpets, with their neighbors from the bottom, who listened hard taps zydli declining in sleepless nights. Gratitude was gaining time in humans, and that proved the concern, but nothing helped, and the indifference of those who benefited anything.



- Before we trigger a wife, let him tell you, at least, as the Lord was the hero - reminded talker.



- Now, now - said conciliatory Shoemaker - what I am saying. Little ingenuity in serious trouble!



Shoemaker tells how he was a hero

The Day thou hast it so happened that we had a failure of the water. The heat was, but the digger broke the pipe just before Christmas Eve. I was just at home and in awanturowałem Administration. Waterworks that it's not their fault that the builders that the Christmas and people on leave. But the administrator, which some residents postraszyłem rebellion, forced the end of Waterworks to send the team. Then they let

water. And then it turned out that one of the 17 th floor of the water pouring from the ceiling. His neighbor gapowata advance, a young girl dealing with bed-sit, she had to turn on the tap, when there was no water. Now, while water flooded the floor. Of course, flew to me, and I unfortunately was at home, satisfied with a successful intervention, I was just about to kill the carp, showing little son, how to do it.



We had to turn off the water in one vertical: residents of 30 apartments, who was delighted with the water on Christmas Eve, will now wait until gapowata neighbor returned from work.

molded I said to a neighbor who was worried as if it was his fault:



- Let's go, I have an idea.



went to the apartment next Gapowatej. We opened the young, beautiful lady, an acquaintance of the elevator. I explained that the neighbor next left open the tap and I'm looking for a way to get to her apartment. Do you allow a glimpse of the loggia? That might somehow left open doors?

look a bit lofty, but polite, grandmother of a higher sphere, an actress, żurnalistka or parrot.



- But please, gentlemen, of course. Come!



apartment furnished in expensive, elegant oak furniture. In a corner wearing a big fir tree has a wonderful, unknown to me that stores the decorations. The invisible speakers filtered quiet, soothing music. Playing as the Philharmonic, there is no kołchoźniki or bambina, you know.



floor with oak planks, strewn Persian carpets, fluffy, like English lawn.

Go, trying to tread on the toes and do not carry too much sand in our yard.

Unbelievable! The loggia is evident that the neighbor's doors are open! Both balconies are separated by a partition, but if you overdo the balcony railing, get around the wall, go to an adjacent balcony and ready.

not even wondering, it's the 18th floor. Wait a minute, I go to the flooded ankle-flat on the floor, soaked in a few centimeters, leaning against the wall, facing guitar.



I put the guitar on niezasłanym bed, go to the bathroom and turn off the water. The moment I come back the same way. Now I worry just how not to wet the floor and refined Persian carpets. But the beautiful neighbor, waving his hand dismissively and only ... no tears from me eyes. What a sight! Reaching the bottom of his soul. Looked at me as if my, if I .... Well, I do not know, came home from the keel of the ham.

- unless you climb the mountain? - Asked in amazement. This admiration, that look, sir dear, it was like a chord on the organ, taken in the church during midnight mass.

I know? For two years, a beautiful neighbor, bowed to me first and I was always zagadywała. Sir Arthur, what's up? Oh, how you jumped through the railing ...



Shoemaker pondered a moment.

- Lord, guitars do not even saved. It does not matter because the guitarist just came and fired it home early to celebrate Christmas Eve.

But the hero for the most beautiful was a neighbor of the block. So much for me.



She called my cell phone, wife finished shopping. I said goodbye to a thoughtful shoemaker (Merry Christmas, Mr. Arthur! Merry, merry, sir), and went his own way. It should finally be taken to help the woman. Eve.



Helplessness. Discontent. Laughable.

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Epilogue

Soon after came out on November 11, Independence Day.

two singles. Like two times All Saints Polish. YOUNG

Day is celebrated before the war only twice.



Then by the bravest, Soldiers living of Independence, for over twenty years illegally. Restored by the last "diet" communist. As a farewell gift.



today celebrated solemnly.

President, Premier, marshals, ministers, leaders of the Party.

people always crowded credited. Ceremonial check worth.

Cavalry Squadron of the Polish Army. Lancers of the associations of friends Polish cavalry.

President gives a speech.



ceremonial roll of the dead.



those who gave their lives for this strange, "increasingly evident" value. Probably because more and more irrelevant?



ones that win.

Grunwald, Chocim, near Vienna, at Jasna Gora.

Raclawice.

In Moscow, together with the brave najwaleczniejszym, Michael Neyem, Marshal of France and duke of Moscow.



At Berezina, providing a "victorious retreat" - although a couple of years. In addition to French and Polish sappers Eblego - 9000 Polish troops under the command of generals bunny, Dabrowski Kniaziewicz and defended at the expense of a third crossing of the state. Let

young to know what a street in Warsaw, and why.















Julian Falat: Battle of Berezina



Wielkopolski The Rising, an organization which was so well concealed that the details are unknown today.

The Silesian Uprisings.

And these were the creation of boundaries. I enlarged the boundaries a bit. Among other things, a Duchy of Poznań. Which Germany they regarded as their own.



In Warsaw, when he stopped the march of Bolshevism in twenty years. For the price of Katyn. Because Stalin never forgave.



The Battle of Britain. When the Polish language in the ether aroused panic among the Germans who, with such insane in the air, they preferred not to have to deal with. At Falaise

the greatest "locksmith" Second Republic, as a reward after the war, who is holding the honorable function of the bartender.

In Berlin, the brotherhood of arms with one of the enemies against each other.



Those who have lost ...

But put into force, thrown on the quarterdeck homeland, the lost cause are counted as well as in victory. Leonidas is in grateful memory of the Greeks for thousands of years.



At Cecorą.

At the castle ruins Stone Podolski.

in the trenches near the Holy Trinity, where the Russians killed all the wounded Confederates. At

Maciejowice when wounded Head wieszczył Finis Poloniae.

Prague during the massacre furnished by the great Suvorov.

back from the Big East, to escape the winter for the General, where Polish Guardsmen, like the French, gave only a knapsack and a rifle with life, ao a peaked hat Batch lost the effect on the Cossacks.

At Leipzig, ariergardzie again when in the depths of Elster Poles honor God gave Prince Poniatowski, the only foreign Marshal of France, one of six Poles, whose names are engraved on the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. In addition to the generals have already mentioned - Joseph Sulkowski. I will not mention the sixth.



In the November Uprising, when victory was at hand.

In the January, great improvisation.



In September, giving the Allies time and weakening the power of the invaders - the power which attacked only on one side and to effective assistance of allies held out much longer.

Captain raginis, which the Poles had to remind the Swedish rockers, fascinated by the analogy of Thermopylae.

Colonel Dabek, defending Gdynia, as Colonel Michael, to the end.



In Warsaw, where thousands of civilians disappeared, not only from bombs and gunfire from afar, but Will murdered in the courtyards. Have you considered the responsibility of shooting a Bor-Komorowski? Where they died

Polish and Allied airmen, they could not count on help from "ally." Also probably the fault of the Bora.



obławach In the cellars, and secret police. Small, quiet Katyn.

not only the unique character Captain Pilecki, or one of the few surviving generals - Nil-Fieldorf.

John Wells - Anode, hero of Arsenal.

Łupaszka, wonderful, loyal commander. Inka, a wonderful, loyal to his soldiers, who enjoyed that no one betrayed him. Many

. The most prominent of the survivors. Murdered by "friends". Some places of burial unknown.

murdered by unknown perpetrators today. Like Father Popieluszko, a priest Niedzielak.

... ... ... ..

When they worship stones? Is November is not the best time?



Unity Day of Poles to their beloved homeland of Sacred Love?



French and the Americans have in July.

And we are supposedly at the wrong time. November. Bad weather, bad weather, inspire sad.

hopelessly.

Although we have some important holidays in warm weather, but it is not enough. You can not dance in the air.



president did not show off too.

has nineteenth-century views. So the radio reported. The next day. Information.

And in general is too low.



Gilbert Chesterton wrote in 1925:

"are filled with the mood appropriate to the reactionaries: pouting, defiance and krytykanctwo disgusting."

And I thought it was the spirit of those times. Oh, lasts a long time. It is older than our missed the Independence Day.



Well, November has come to an end.

It is Advent. Standby time. The waiting time for the advent of the Lord. Kids, joyful expectation of the first star to sit at the table, and then (why not?) Happily opened presents.



Well we do? Nam, simple zjadaczom bread, which has its gray, sometimes not a simple story. We, the members of the Nation, having such a beautiful card, and sometimes unknown even to "autorytetom" in good faith to (hopefully) wygadującym nonsense?



Ask in the future.

remembering the past. His - family. And his - the nation. Ask

the future with justifiable pride of the past. With legitimate shame of the dark pages of history. Not black propaganda of enemies.



Stand Slothful not wait. In a sense, than that, I do not care. " Because "they" lost everything. Because the Union, because the government because the president, as priest, bishop, because if ...

Because where I am to these heroes. What can I do?

And yes! What can I do if I do not know anything, because I do not want to learn? I do not want to practice? I do not like to suffer, I avoid difficulties?

not so difficult yet waiting for you! History does not over yet.

Poland is not dead, but still no guarantee.

Only God provides his children the sky, under the conditions. Must first seek and Poland. The Fourth Commandment. How about his mother.



Vigil is a form of pilgrimage. Scripture Reflection. The practice of virtue. Starting from each other. Action. Action for Good, from the smallest.

Start rubbing the tears from the child. Then they somehow fly.



Phew. The

a lot of pathos?



Well, finish the story sztafażu communist gospel.

Let it be the moral of the story.



In a collective farm was scheduled meeting.

Agenda:

1) Construction of a new barn

2) Construction of Communism


meeting begins. Of Chairman. It begins with a brief announcement.

- Comrades. In the absence of the boards, go straight to the second point.




I wish you all, that they never run out of planks. Or that they could make sure the boards.

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Brodno all the sidewalks within a kilometer from the cemetery pledged stalls. Vans with chrysanthemums, tables with candles scouts. Occasional hawkers stalls, benefiting from the downturn. And professionals, those closer to the gates, collecting a large harvest, instead of tediously capture rain water from still, throughout the year, mżącego kapuśniaczku haunting graves.



North gate at the European Headquarters is open all year, every weekend. This is the result of vigorous lobby pressure from owners of new graves at this gate. Just a few years ago, when the end of the cemetery was a reserve, neglected wasteland, the gate was open only in the great feasts. Christmas, Easter, All Saints.



But after the land use of the reserve by the rich, granite and marble tombs, the gate began to be opened every Saturday. Every Sunday.

So far approached the family grave Szewc. A few minutes from the gate.



Shoemaker during childhood with his grandmother walked from the main gate. Half an hour. Whether you're from St. Vincent, and the European Headquarters. For Single Św.Wincentego reached, the European Headquarters Two.

Bródno, it was actually only the cemetery and poor-houses. Few-grandmother said her grandson: Which tram earlier podjedzie, including going. The road to the headquarters of the same. I brzdącowi seemed to go on an endless journey. Eight years of feet hurt!



largest cemetery in Europe. Almost three times larger than the Vatican State. It was necessary to reach half of the main avenue. And then on the side, on the odd side.
















Source: Cemetery Bródnowski



Grandma was there, her husband, who died in a best time, shortly after Pilsudski, in the 36-th, nomem omen 22-July. When 18-year-old New Poland has flourished and the clouds just collect. Left his wife with five children, fortunately already odchowanymi. Wife is set in a prosperous store and garden działkowym at Zanna. All children were able to develop. Intelligence in the first generation. Four girls, like raspberries and a boy, as a spark.



Oh, was not easy. Nałęczów came from a peasant in the time to declare, somewhat zapyziałe Warsaw - the capital Prywiślińskiego country. He was highly skilled charioteer and the persistent efforts of the coachman caught up in the Horse trams. Agile met a girl coming from a village near Siedlce, ministering in the State. They were married at the threshold of a new, promising high hopes of the twentieth century.



age of steam and electricity, yet managed to convert the horse trams, electric trams in Warsaw and the coachman in a driverless, even then the father of two children. It already was somebody. You could support the family. Children were born in this wonderful, innocent, hopeful fin de siecle. Last, the youngest, mom Szewc, just before the Great War.



Years fat and happy, lasting longer than seven years.

Then there were the lean years. War, famine. Streetcar or thinly spun. Withdrawal times were not there. Mark Polish and glided down the bottom was not visible. Well, sometimes on payment of starczała match.

agile mother of five children, whose suffragette failed mutiny,

gave the rebel poor. Szewc's mother, Helen, told me that the house was fine, when the bread was just butter. But butter sandwiches are secreted sparingly. Almost all the sisters ate right away. And one, the eldest, Margaret, was the most thrifty, hid in the closet for later. Well, Joan, and younger, the most clever, wypatrzywszy, sneaked. And what a scene later!



But such a fuss about a piece of bread, it has been a poor mother too much. She decided to spin for something that the kids were put into their mouths much more than a few slices of cake. So shop opened. From the beginning of caution on the ground floor of his home at Wolf.

sold through the window, at random. But I know that the best job it worse, as the worst trade. Well, peasant from Siedlce entered the market. Like what Wokulska for the poor.



Then war is over, than this, than from that, this is Poland in the first, the Bolsheviks pogonili, Grabski golden introduced and finally the crisis was over.

shop shop has blossomed into a solid, profitable as it looks.

survived until to end the war. Even during the uprising against szabrownikami masked uncle, decoration rozszabrowanego umyślając shop smartly. It was not until the Battle of the Minister of Commerce Mr. Minc not endure.



overgrown kids to school could send. And all the girls finished high school diploma. Pre-war!

A guy got up to the remaining parts as a pilot and the September campaign and the Battle of Britain took place. Reef survived the war and served back in the fifties. Englishwoman's wife for himself. Unfortunately, soon died, perhaps from grief. And now lies in the distant England, the English cemetery in the English headquarters. He died before the thaw. At the funeral there was no way even to write letters, you can not really be.



that only his family grave in the Brodno missing. (...)

Now the descendants of the clan in this family tomb of sandstone come.

(...) A

in All Saints 'Day or All Souls' Day, the entire clan, children of all the aunts and their children to meet.



Because, then this is our Polish tradition.

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The next day (...) must be smartly to gather. The two cemeteries need to visit Warsaw.


Today Powązki. Powazki paternal grandparents Szewc and parents. Busy day, a great feast.

Even before his tenth move rzęchem, like pychówką Masovian, laden with candles and flowers from the hypermarket roadside gardeners. Shoemaker has a plan for directions: First, the Vistula, while the smaller caps on Powązki. Using your knowledge of old streets Wheels, Shoemaker before turning south to Route Toruńska the estate next to the park on Moczydle and leaves for camp.

(...)

Most of the sidewalk next to the corner, the south-west gate Powązki VII, having more than 80 years, open only exceptionally in All Saints, occupied stalls.

(...)

lie in the youngest part of the cemetery. At the time of purchase of apartments, just after World War I, when my grandfather died of typhoid, you had to pay the equivalent of just 40 rubles - the fourth part on how much it cost accommodation in the area and the gate in front of the catacombs. Today is a proud Shoemaker, one of the relatively few age-old owner of the tomb of her grandparents, ancestral clan "* countries".

(...)

grandmother, the wife of a shopkeeper by the name of Warsaw is not yet ending "ski", survived her husband about the era, long after the Second died, of old age.



His son, in the absence of his father, early on had to help his mother and took up shoemaking with some success, and as the Shoemaker-Father gave rise to the shortest dynasty shoemakers in the Old Town.

born, according to the periodization of many historians, even in the nineteenth, since before the First War, the twenty-first dożyłby. Had editor of a major newspaper, which announced the coming of New Year's Eve 1999 New Age, he was right.

In any event, the granite plate, under which parents are included Szewcostwo-year round of birth and death Szewc-Father.



signal as a promotion, along with his brother, himself chose the word 'ski' to the name. This fact obtain the "crest" long shoemaker was not known. In his youth, still unaware of his family secret, he met with a similar case in their environment.



his good friend wore a lovely, like himself, the name Amphibian. After becoming independent, and before ożenkiem, changed his name to Płaziński. Shoemaker wondered. The name of this nice. A modified, such pretentious. Well, a colleague once gave up just pretentious. Well, not very likable. Some inaccessible. Had a more somber mood. He was angry with questions about the name. Do not laugh, as usual.



(...)

Well, it's time for them. Granite plate washed, placed a wreath. Candles lit.

of Common Prayer. Return.

The Cemetery, even in this distant corner, far from the most celebrated monuments, Spirits of the palaces, the piston, as in the supermarket.





















whole, multigenerational families are standing at the graves, chief przycupnęli neighbor on the bench. Some pray, others clean up, light candles, others talking with neighbors who may see the first time in my life.

Because neighbors are actually their fathers. They are simply compatriots, compatriots.



Apparently even the Japanese tourists come in these days of Powązki, as a place unique. Some are worse. Shoemaker looks at it differently.

This is our national day holiday. Probably few nations that celebrates. And so, according.



The independent practice of religion, the political views, from the state and the profession. Kościółkowi and roczniacy, which is just at Midnight will come and throw stówkę wykupnego.

atheists and bigots. Conservatives and crazed with the love of modernism. Blessed and cursed. Married and

partnerujący. Drinkers and alcoholics.

In these days to hatch from their homes, stand in traffic jams, crowded trams and buses. Carry candles and flowers. They give the whole cmentarnemu maintenance industry and trade. They light candles. They pray, or persist in thought, not knowing that God hears the slightest quiver of pure soul. Someone tell them to do? Count for something? Gain something? Probably only a runny nose, or abrasion in the parking lot. They go there, motivated perhaps the last common impulse of the heart. The last sense of community with our ancestors and more distant. Sense of community and the people.



And let them look Japanese. Shoemaker does not know exactly how the Japanese revere their ancestors. But he knows the case, as the veneration of ancestors in Italy, the United States. Not to mention the countries in this Holy Day is better not to remember. Countries have recently baaardzo Catholic. Use candles

impossible. Flowers inappropriate. People in All Saints' enough. Cemeteries in Italy connected to the mains. Illumination, like all the other sights.

In the U.S. simply: peace and quiet. The weekday drive mowers quietly and efficiently. All neatly mowed and wysprzątane. The celebration can go. But not much is what ...

daughter as scout, lights still on some deserted grave torch.

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the 197 anniversary of the Battle of Berezina in honor of the Polish and French General saperom Eblego who died almost to a man, with his command, allowing the remnant of the army of Napoleon crossing to the other side and reach out to Vilnius.

in three parts, with an epilogue

Eve

Late in the evening, the eve of All Saints, Shoemaker heard the buzz on the street happy kids. The evening was, as befits a premature November's weather, windy and wet, as the cellar chamber. Cold winds blew into the eyes of a poor shoemaker, and Kossak, in the near Warsaw Merry, street, usually quiet and sleepy, was gwarnie and cheerful. Poprzebierane ingeniously with various scary creatures for a long time the kids were doing all the hullabaloo on the estate, and now demanded sweets from a neighbor.



not heard whether the neighbor reluctantly allowed himself to be involved in this merry play, or chatting with impatience, not to be omitted.



old just noticed what was happening. He was now with his family in the northern End of Mazowsze, the Narew in Kwiczołowie, in Ancestors wives. The age, but bearing a neat and fresh indoor aluminum profiled sheet hut on the right side. Parish: Miłów - on the other side. Hut as the cradle of two families (...).



Well posiedzieli in the family circle.

First, all from different sides, arrived in the parish cemetery. Clean your plate grave, swept leaves, lit candles. Everyone had something to do. (...)

common prayer for the souls of the dead. Young chasing

for rozdokazywanymi grandchildren. So quickly had to take the oldest, where the King although it walk, but the little that he could not walk.



After crossing the ferry Narew already wyszykowanym according to EU standards, a chat with Stanislaw, once the holder zdezelowanej scows, now an entrepreneur river transport ferry industry, which brought up the asphalt as EU money.

onej gathered in the hut, (...).




With the purchase of the farm is an interesting story!

(...) In the sixties of the 19th century, but after the uprising, great-grandfather Matthew, desiring to be built, bought from a local landowner a piece of land and the right of fishing in a river.



Dziedzic promised that, as Matthew buys land, it will add more boards for the house. And so they agreed. Interest, as interest. There would be worth telling.

But it could only tell someone who has never read the act of the notary, yellowed but in excellent condition, on thick, handmade paper, yet folds up for nieprzetartym.



will be 150 years! And they are holding him in a wooden shack, which survived two world, a Bolshevik, a few ubeckich raids, not to mention the state of war, which on the dull village, almost would not notice, not to television.



This cottage hid Germany before the advancing Red Army, a Soviet doctor help (...) been born, a host of hiding from the secret police. Naive! He thought that here the end of the world that it will not. Found. But in the end let go. Naivete pays.



Shack, with its picturesque, wyniosłemu position survived unscathed the largest flood in the twentieth century. Only the barn it was necessary to sail boat. (...)



But what there is in the act of the notary was written?

Well before the notary Pradziad Matt remarked that the squire had promised to give the board, after payment of acquisition. On the question notary, or claims of any-claim, he replied in the negative. He so only for the right notes, but he's UFA that since DZIEDZIC PROMISED, TO stifled.



I completely wszyściutko notary, wrote down word for word. At most, a little smoother, for it is he had all in Russian, this also was the annexation and a sharp, popowstaniowy.



A cottage stands, so I think the squire gave. It is a pity that there is no longer in this beautiful naczółkowego roof. Rotten shingle.



Shack, which was










(...)

Shoemaker, and read what was written in the act, it zdębiał. What foolishness to him told the story of his teachers. The class conflict, hatred, exploitation.



this a private document for more Truth tells you what kind of people lived in the northern Mazovia. And how are they odnosili. Who was the squire in the country. And how to treat fellow WORD OF THE LORD. They promised to give.



Shoemaker remembered well, as once witnessed a similar transaction with the notary's bright future in Wonderland. As colleague then marked the notary that does not make any claims against the act, just to settle everything in advance. As to what, he can go out and let the state settlin. And after leaving the door handle was taken from him. What is signed, it is as valid. Like right. But, sadly. Because today's acts will not be a good witness of social relations. I will not testify to mutual trust.

(...)





About three hundred meters from the cottage





(...)

Now, son, and his son-grandson cobbler, seated himself at a table laden with gourmet cuisine: schabowymi chops with meat bought from the connoisseurship of the best in the county a private butcher. Meat dissimilar to that of the urban, sophisticated collective farms.

Stole pledged salaterkami from potatoes grown near home without fertilizer and the special already unprecedented variety.

and glass vessel with a salad of sauerkraut with caraway.

bit of grapeseed oil makes this salad worthy of La Tour d'Argent










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- And by the way, looking at this picture: if it could not This restaurant located somewhere in the vicinity of Zabkowska, in the Praga district? Let was not 400, but 40 years. Ba! If there were to gie, a Giant Experiment internationalist, who could first on rats to try ... - he thought Shoemaker.

(...)

And yet rustic table plates of cake with apples. A sister in law (...) brought an apple pie bipartite flat like apple pie, according to the new provision.

(...)

What's prestige, to sit so with a sense of belonging to a better company! Society pychówek ancient sailors and reapers grass. People with hands like loaves of bread, who mieszczuchowskiej even karateckiej hand to not be afraid.

I have wisdom, which lacks the gentlemen in ties, scented water from the elegant shops. Stores located in the picturesque streets of the hypermarkets.

(...) Good Old

are people who know the secrets, you will not find in any encyclopedia, not to mention Uncle Google'u.

Mysteries where the best pike, and when planted on livestock, which he likes best pike. Where are the best earthworms. To seal the

pychówkę that no longer liquid, and how to make willow scoop, after ichniemu - Korczak, who poured water from a boat.

And what is the Reapers!

There are two leagues reapers. Lawnmower wheat. It is a useful skill, but it raises a moderate estimate. Mieszczuchowi sufficient skills to earn praise, "that you will like it, people." Because the easiest way to learn. Crop stands stiffly, then the knife does not need to be either thoroughly wyklepanie or mower is not necessarily a very precise cut.

(...)

But the grain there is no doubt a mower grass mower. This must have a scythe with a blade profiled as precise as the wings of the glider, spanking by the greatest masters. I sharpened the reaper in a relatively short intervals. German proverb "a long thread, lazy girl" for the reapers could, in the original Polish sound so "rare break for sharpening, poor mower and mowing." Because I like the original, this proverb tied speech sound is permitted.

(...)

And what sailors!

Each host has its pychówkę. (...).

A pychówka needed. The bus comes to innovations, two kilometers from the river, on the other side. Then you need to reach the sands to the shore. (...) Today the

Chalupec sat in at the table. (...)



Such was the day. Well, and back at home.

Shoemaker thoughtfully circled around the garden, as if he wanted to postpone a return to fun buzującego fireplace, light and heat. Accustomed to all-day Christmas Eve Christmas mood. He would not even cast out of fresh memories. Light a community of people who are just marriage, but after thirty years of good and bad, arguments and approvals, became to him closer than relatives.



He went up the stairs and looked at whether it is going to rozdokazywane kids. And they were familiar szkraby that always nicely bowed shoemaker. Sometimes, the way to Old Town workshop, podwoził one or the other.

Then you could inquire about who started, and no bow to you on the street.

(...)

little ones finally rang. He was a little sorry for them, when disappointed of his polite and gentle refusal went. But these new customs were alien to him so that he could not give witness to their differences. It's hard.

little ones will continue to bow down, but they may think they mean? That ponurak? Because they do not like? He explained to them that it was imported from another world that you can import the cars and computers. But their history can not be imported. Neither the hastily produced. That millennial tree is still standing firmly, but undercutting its roots could lead to great disaster. Those little girls?



Well. You have to go home. Shevtsova waiting for the tree, he begins to wane fireplace. All Saints' Day tomorrow. Warsaw Szewcostwa waiting graves of their ancestors. Ancestors look. Trza candles, rakes, brushes, and blades and get ready to go. Traditional

Polish feast.

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about cooking spaghetti

One autumn day a trooper came back from his shop a bit earlier and found the wife at the time of preparing the dinner.



decided to take a futile fight against the opinion of the loafer and spoke with care:



- Helping you something, honey?



wife, in appreciation of his good will, told him to look for a big pot, which would be granted to cook spaghetti.

sank to half the cabinet with the pots and listen for a long time it was terrible rumbling and grumbling Szewc suppressed. Finally, the clatter of emerging concerns about the whole frosting got out of the closet pot mean, unfortunately, the size.



- We do not have the appropriate pot for spaghetti. - He said with the air of an expert cobbler. - Pot noodles should be high. Well, we do not have a thick sole ...

- Szewcze - The wife replied, - give me the pot, somehow I can manage. Unless you eat something before dinner, I start to grumble. Go now to me from the kitchen. I will call you to dinner. Clean up this mess And in the cupboard, because the door is not domykają!



peremptory loafer with a sense of defeat retired to his newspaper, and decided not to talk down to dinner.



After some time the wife calling from the kitchen. - Szewcze, come ino - I'll show you something.



Well, Shoemaker sees wife, careful not to burn yourself with hot water, put into a pot of spaghetti. Beam after beam, one end into the water, the other holding in his hand. Waiting until softened, to put them in a circle for a shallow pot.



- See? - Says wife - has proved These reliable, it does not need the high pot.



- contrary - said Shoemaker. - Is a proven worthy, that they needed him.



Next Narrator will not be continued this story. Dismissed discreetly so as not to witness the age-old marriage scene, which, if we're lucky, the best is the ending.



narrator does have one request to the readers.

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Last Day of Summer

On Monday, the first spring morning, when the Fog is not yet subsided, and the autumn sun przegoniło not impatient cold, I went to my tailor. Actually anything from him I did not need and can not remember why I ran to his workshop in the Old Town, with Szewska. Shoemaker greeted me, as always, politely, but I noticed that, despite the cold and misty morning, it is a strangely serene and dreamy.



- Went to the Lord, Sir Arthur, a weekend, I see.



Shoemaker looked at me and smiled a bit surprised to suddenly scattered his thoughts.



- dear Lord, I see you anywhere in a hurry, if you have time for such observations. Customers in such a chill has not yet come. Feel free to counter, just coffee brewing, I was a little bit of dough. No please, no krępacji!



Rozsiedliśmy zydlach the shoemaker, the uprzątniętym hastily smoked glass table in Turkish coffee, cake turned out to be homemade, with apples, sprinkled with powdered sugar, plump, but not fluffy like dymane bread. It was not too sweet, but is weak or not melted in the mouth. Surely it could not have anywhere else to buy. Only an experienced housewife can bake a cake. And it's only for a loved one. Not in order.



- That you apprehensive that tempts me to tell him how I went down the latter, so sunny and warm Saturday.



just swallowed a big mouthful of Home appliances poem, so I just nodded eagerly and pushed a bit stool to the wall to resist the comfortable.



- A few days a bit of something - he began a shoemaker, a little caution when you drank more coffee too hot - the worst was last Friday. I will not talk about it .. whatever ... You have an eye! Let go. Saturday was a salutary, if the Sorrowful mysteries, come to me .. The Joyful Mysteries



- You know, I go horse riding ..

- Lord! - Could not stand and almost spilled coffee.



smiled indulgently, I do nieurażony.

- You sometimes wonder ... You know, my daughter was very fierce at the horses, that's what I had to stand behind the fence and przestępować from foot to foot? I preferred to ride with her. Now she's an adult and lives far away, we can ride together. An instructor, not even when I took it personally, she said that horseback riding can be practiced into old age, provided the overall efficiency. I try to be the overall efficiency and ride. My, my son is starting to worry. Some old actors still falling in newspapers and on TV, seriously pound, no, and I begin my wygadywać. You know ...



- On Friday, so I took that I announced my: if you with me on the horses do not go, then stop to it speak. First tried with me in his own way, but I insisted. I arranged with his old instructor, who started on their own account and wanted to arrange a stable visit her. But somehow not embarrassing yourself ...



- Saturday got up an entirely different, yet cool morning, but the sun, the sky, I promise it will be more fun ...



- For the stable far, oh far, at Skierniewice, and we beyond the Vistula, from the eastern shore, it will be nearly a hundred miles. With a two hour drive. For me, what is there. But my kobita that's just going on a trip. It scared all the time, so she does not linger. Indeed, how would take me somewhere in their affairs, I might turn and began to nose. Entertained her conversation, to give her something of my mood. Along the way, we passed around, which could cut off the memorial, and somehow we got chatting. My scrap heap was also without a hitch, even quieter than usual walk. Or maybe not pushing him, as it sometimes can.



- We arrive, beautiful surroundings, the remnants of pine forest Mariańska, barn near the woods but still in ruins, site, dug. Kobita significantly silent, where have you brought me, two hours drive ...



- Nothing. It turns out that no one besides me will not, so I ride the individual. Maggie offers her instructor concert. I have been practicing different gaits and pace, bending outwards, kawaletki, collected trot, canter with flying leaders. Finally, a small jump with handicaps, legs and change direction with a tight bend. I look up, and here my my digital camera pictures I'm starting to do, curious. Gretel talking to myself in the best friendly terms, a little bit of me in jest.



- After driving Gretel serving coffee with cake. We sit on the air, shelter from the sun rozdokazywanym already quite under Sosenka - galaczkiem. Gretel, lit like Christmas candle, make plans to organize his stable. A lot of kids from the area commute. The dough was indeed buy it, but it is these kids were importing Gretel. How thou hast fallen - a riding habit. And existing customers even recover from Warsaw.



- For me it's too far, but I'm glad that someone in Skierniewice where he will ride the horse.



- Troubles with the construction is missing, workers are ... you know, even a company with traditions of the 19th century also sent nygusów and I have to be said for the hearing.

- Well an hour on the chat we fall over, and even his wife had plans for Saturday. We agreed to meet with his son and his family (2 +2, as they say) of Humanities at the dinner, then to the brother of Narew fall. Visit unannounced. Such best. Maybe this is the last opportunity for such weather. But where this Pultusk, again on the east bank of the Vistula River, more than 120 km of Leszno. And after the first.



- Let's go, the mood there as I would with twenty pairs of shoes sold. But the wife a little regret that we in this weather so much time that we spend rzęchu, that I immediately had to go to Monterey. Nothing I talk, because I see that the plan we came out a little bitter. In Żyrardów stoppers, in Blonie even greater. In Nowy Dwor slip into error, because the GPS does not have apparently memorized the tour. Or I do not have a new map. Comes third. Once we almost zrzedły mines, saves us our crown refused while driving. During the long runs are often lacking in the common prayer.



- Last one such szoferaka of America met on the Internet, he himself on the broad road to Old Town Square, a prayer recited. That we are not so dark, people that we came up with it themselves?



- Pultusk. In the market crowd, the police are not allowed, we somehow hungry, we eat at the bar on the corner. Prices are as at the bar, they feed better than those premises next door, you know, and here four times this price.



- I order the pork loin with almonds. Associate you? Do not know if you have it in the next tab. In Pultusk for the nine fifty with Jarzynka to choose from. We are waiting for the son of the family. I go out to them on the market that their tow. She gets off some skwaszony unless the poprztykali. Barely got out, begins to complain that the EU looks from every window, where they will not come.



- Because the event the EU market. Arrived in the French city mayor's sister. He was talking something in French, but explained that he admires the Poles. Katyn, war, heroism, etc. A market on the other side is the house where Napoleon spent the night on his way to Moscow. It's even regained a blowjob lesson that Poles have always been faithful friends. I have not betrayed the struggle. Son told me that he read in Łysiak as the only branch Kapral, who retreated from Russia in order, and even partisans Kutuzov afraid of their catch, a former Polish troops. And even Francuziki przebierały in our uniforms to deter. And how they ever learn? Do Łysiak translate into French? Do not you know? Anyway, what I Francuzy, our sages also such things do not know, spin some moronic scene with the officer - poorest of the poor, reaching the blizzard with a cane - a sword. I am so I remembered the scene all his life. As a thorn in the heart. It was not until my boyfriend took me to him.



- Maybe it's too expensive for us this lesson cost the Frenchman, but who knows, it may well pay for it yourself?



- So the son said, that today I have a good sense of humor and how I break it, get on the head. Margać wanted something that he thought it was me he could say such things, but I saw my eye and forgive.



- I told him again that it recently had malkontenctwa enough that my ears go, especially the "sacred" right-wing and our family, oszołomskie too, so today I want to see the bright side of the moon. I see that he looks at me suspiciously, but the button has evaded me. They ate, and I and his grandson, watched a parade of Harley, who came from all over Polish. Niemożebny noise was a kid nearly jumped out of the skin.

- And even then the priest blessed the harleyowców. With the Frenchman! Everyone has such a parade, on what you deserved. Let him see. It is also included in the price, so already it's better.



- Let's go over to the brother Narew. Now, in a convoy. My rzęch and charakterna roadster, passed has a little bit and capricious, as the English lord's aunt, but accommodate a family of four and the square in the camp, including a two-seat stroller. We arrive. A brother sits with wife XD, sister-in-law, on this Narew. On a hill overlooking the River. Pearl Mazovia. It's late, after the fifth, but still a stroll meadow overlooking the other side. Unexpected visit. And they, by their nawiedzili Three Kings. So glad.

- fish just-in-law framed, the sister of them right away offered, in order for something prepared the grandchildren. When you ate fish straight from Narwia? I mortgaged table fish-in-law many years ago, zięciowi from the city. Then I remembered the taste of fish with clean water. In childhood, in the Owl Mountains, where the hiding, the school friend he caught trout in the stream by hand under stones. He lived on the same protein, with bare feet could fly home for a catch. I once asked me after school. Never after something so heavenly I had in my mouth.

- None Hiltony, Japanese, Chinese restaurants, not to mention the U.S. can not. Fresh oysters taste at how poorly prepared jelly legs. You have lemons! Lemons, You think? It is elegant, France. A roast in the fireplace, on a baking tray with butter, salt trout do not think even you must add. And even you will not notice. In Narew trout is not, but even szwagrowskie hurdles will be given to trout in the old Polish roadside huts.

- posiedzieliśmy Well, sister in law brewed tea and cakes nakroiła. Nieboga, for the whole week you and your napiekła, but said that after no time, I would still napiecze. And half way prodiża, what is left, we gave. Why, no flour, and apple orchards still fall. A cake - yummy!



- Oh, what, a little left. How the taste? Maybe guv, eat another piece?

I did not find adequate words to thank you for refreshments and an old story about the last summer Saturday. It got late. Rozgoniło autumn sun mist and coolness. There was a customer. Shoemaker motioned me apologetically and returned to his shoemaking classes. But I woke up with a brilliant sleep and came to his senses.



need to go back to reality. Reality? And that is what it was? Old in the head is confused, maybe you were just a dream. Can ever sat at home with the baba, naburmuszony, after I saw him Friday, as the hail cloud. I wanted to be just so proud.



Horses? Frenchman of Humanities, Harley? Pork loin with almonds in the bar on the corner? Cake? No, I no longer overdone. Not take me! Well yes, but really delicious cake. Cakes are not invented. Well, how would know about these guerrillas?

By the way, Monday is my first ... And this freak!

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engineer says to the Humanists

In the early seventies, as a young engineer, I enrolled in the course of Applied Mathematics, organized by the Institute of Mathematics Sciences. Not satisfied me enough working knowledge of the car manufacturer. Was preparing a subconscious to another profession, who is now doing, for the past 30 years.



lecturers were eminent mathematicians from all over Polish Polish. Numerical methods taught young then (now retired), Dr. Janina Jankowska University Warsaw. Her husband, Michael, was, in turn, a little later, my professor for doctoral study. Their books of numerical methods are still classics. Andrew studied Computer Science and Christopher Targowski Rey. Functional analysis, in turn, taught Wroclaw Professor Stanislaw Hartman.



We were normal exams, I was in college. I wish I had kept the index from the signature of Professor Hartman, a student and collaborator of legendary, world-renowned professor at the University of Lviv Hugo Steinhaus. I got five. And even if a professor gave her a little "for the good intentions" (For us "volunteers" were very mild), nevertheless, happy. His book "Introduction to functional analysis" included with the motto "The Shoemakers'. Once, in some of his, sadly fragmentary publication of engineering, I used the same motto.



now learned to bestow great awe books starting with "Introduction to ...". You could quickly lose the thread, because it usually has already been allowed to ... the end. I understood then that the venerable professor, looks similar the handsomest of the brothers Marx was not joking when we cordially advised buying the book.



These additional classes highly expanded my horizons. Functional analysis gave me a new intuition of space. I saw that if there are other "worlds", the other as to the nature, but capable of being derived from the world, which is obvious, because I exist in it from birth-world three-dimensional space.



But the ordinary world began to be perceived differently. I look at it from a distance, as a special case of "worlds" invented by Banach and Steinhaus in Lviv and the Scottish Coffee wyrysowanych kopiowym pencil on marble countertop table, napkins and a thick notebook as a gift from Mrs. Banachowej. strange characters, incomprehensible to Mr JOHNNY whether Tońcia, a favorite "Mr. Elder," the two friends, donoszącego coffee and cognac.



I was fascinated. Each new section of the manual analysis of the functional (but not starting with the word 'Introduction ... ") Includes a description of a new kind of space, the new land on the other side of the mirror.



Some I liked the less others more.

Banach space was like for a very Polish, homely, almost trivial. I remember I was a little disappointed that such a "poor" space is called Polish name, while the Hilbert space, another math genius, but the Anglo-Saxon, it was more predestynujące properties for comparison with the land of Carroll, moreover, also a mathematician.



English Queen was very surprised when after reading "Alice in Wonderland" and demanded all the works of this promising fabulist, and brought her some "introductions to ..."



I started on my own to study different issues in math and "read and understand the book of American mathematicians Nagel and Newman, Kurt Gödel's theorem of . Austrian mathematician at the age of 25 years (!) Eagerly also benefited from the achievements of two Polish friends, and was the greatest mathematician of the twentieth century, and ... Platonist.



Its main achieve as soon as we get, but I want to finish this Platonic topic.



Well, Gödel believed in the spirit of Platonic realism, that "mathematical entities" exist and are not by mathematicians - invented or constructed, but discovered, in the sense

in which Columbus discovered America. That was already too much for me, I felt dizzy and long antagonized the philosophy. Today is that I was not shocked.



But Gödel's theorem has had an electrifying impression on me, especially that with talent pisarskiemu American authors probably all understand.



In short, it comes in it is that the system of axioms and inference rules formulated for natural numbers we are dealing with the "devil's alternative: either we get a contradiction or incompleteness of the system.



So either we have a "complete" system of axioms, and then we can prove all the allegations, including two mutually contradictory, or incomplete, we have a system, although consistent, but it is true there are claims that this system can not be proved.

You have to go outside the system and then such a claim impossible to prove as true.



new head spin!



Then Gödel and successors discovered how gradually extend the system so that it progressively more complicated and still have control over the problem of completeness and consistency.

deductive systems can build a much more complicated than the arithmetic of natural numbers.

In a sense, nothing it does not make. Once and for all hope is buried on the final formalization of systems, based on a set of axioms.



You could say that Gödel's theorem leans behind us and the good Lord lets us face: And I bratku you, you want me to formalize? It's on!



A computer today is the very mundane problem. Nothing is certain! Programs work or not. Mostly not. Hence, the most popular word in IT to upgrade:)



What conclusions?



In short, there are two:

1) A person who wants everything to take "the logic", recalls a boy who one day told his mother that he decided to add to infinity.



2) Even a simple logical reasoning is not fun for schoolchildren and requires care, competence and continuous use of the verification results - another method.



Kurt Gödel felt in this problem, like a fish in water. He could.



known is the story of when as a candidate for a U.S. citizen, he seemed to test the knowledge of the Constitution of the judge. Despite the friend's advice proved to him that the land can immediately build an authoritarian regime like a fascist. Only by a great sense of Judge of humor and the fact that he waited in the corridor that adept friend, the great Albert Einstein, which greatly impressed the judge, the greatest mathematician of the twentieth century passed this exam.



And the sky on systems more complex than the system of natural numbers, on the grounds that his memorable Godel formulated such an allegation is really fun when it will be anti-boggling.



For instance, in theology. After all, we have a number of additional problems, which are a source of new errors. For example, the problems of conceptual meaning. Then the ratio of the implication or apparent contradiction may be not because of the assumptions and rules of inference, but a normal fault within the meaning of the word.



But I do not want to enter into a foreign territory for me. I hope that the REAL philosophers and theologians know it.



I'm not sure if some "humanist logicians" who, after his discovery that the "slant lift it, announce it as revealed truth, they realize the muddy ground like tread.

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