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oThe first two weeks holidays were always a chore for me, my parents carted me around the city to his grandmother. Sami by this time were leaving on vacation to rest from work, responsibilities and me, in the house they left older siblings. I had at his age, be with an adult and responsible as my grandmother. Grandma was not bad, she did often my favorite French fries and chicken, to the kompocik with fruit from her garden. Sometimes in the evenings kindled in him a barbecue, we sat down on it with roasted kebabs on the porch and listened to her story about what life survived. Sometimes the stories were interesting, sometimes very boring, but I listened to it do not hurt. The days went by boring, I would say very boring. Most of the day took me helping her grandmother in the garden, walking with her to the store or church. Do not let me walk around the town itself was very overprotective. After several hours of driving when we were there, I opened the car door, took his suitcase and went to greet her with her grandmother. Grandma sat in the garden with a neighbor from the opposite direction, which came once when a coffee and cake. I said hello hug and kiss with his grandmother, of course, as every year, said she grew up and grow out of me a man like my dad. Grandma announced that this year I will not be bored, because to her friend also come grandson, Peter and is the same age. This cheered me a message, I'll have one to play for two weeks, faster time to arrange for and go back to his colleagues. I went to give away to my room I had in the attic, he was in the old days my dad. I ate a delicious dinner fries with chicken, bathed, brushed my teeth, read a magazine about video games for the new Diablo 2 and went to sleep. In the morning I got woken up by the sunlight striking my face, I got up out of bed and went to the toilet to embrace. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen and grandmother already was r smartphone scanners, maketreść 1 strony
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Inez was standing by the bed of his brother. She tried to keep stay sober mind to understand what the doctor says Calavera. And they were not comforting words.
- We did everything in our power. I assure you, senorita, that your brother is under the care of the best specialists. However, I will not conceal the fact that it is very bad. It has serious internal organ damage. But it is not everything. The bull had broken his spine in two places and severely damaged the nervous system. Your brother a long time was not breathing and there was a significant hypoxic brain. Yet he did not die only because it is connected to life support. His nervous system is still not in a position to control his breathing. Probably, even if it survives to the end of life will be chained to the apparatus. It's also possible that you will never make contact with him. Let's wait a few more days, but please think that would be best not to let him go.
- No, sir - Inez definitely answered. I still believe that with his brother, everything will be fine. And while there's still smoldering spark of hope but I will not let it disconnect.
- But please ... - began a doctor, but paused. Then he added, in a different tone:
- Well, senorita. But please try to take a nap for a while. In the hospital we have special rooms for guests - please use them. I really need your rest. State your brother is still monitored. If only something changes I will let you know immediately.
- Thank you, Doctor. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should actually rest. However, please still for a few minutes. I'd like a moment to be with my brother alone.
- Okay. As you wish. I leave you in peace. I'll be there 10 minutes and I'll show you the room where you'll be able to relax.
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She lifted her head and looked at his brother lying motionless. Yes. It was a terrible selfish. She did not want to admit it, but she knew that it is true. Success and money toppled him in the head. He was a star. They not counted for him by other people. In his own mind, he was navel of the world. He liked to bully others. He had so much money that he could spend in a lifetime prosperity. But he was hungry worship. He liked to fight - on the one hand, he could gloat over the animal, on the other hand, the opportunity to prove that he is najlepszDla not know much about the lives of young tadpoles, was not challenged authority, an unattainable model, the only oracle. Pond regardless of the time of year and day of waiting was dying in silence. Reeds and rushes puffs every new word repeated the King Kyi. Bees congealed in a busy flight, listening to the melody of his poems. The wind faded, not tearing the leaves of trees and shrubs, clouds różowiały steeped in sweet reverie. Stick king generously handing out lavish gifts to his subjects, praised and thanked. Showing them the way, the only and right, he counseled leaving no choice. Frogs and other green creatures obey his king uncritically, without a shadow of a doubt. The young tadpoles looked at his king enamored of, wide-eyed. In the twilight of the evening they spoke of his good, infallible ruler, old, deaf toad, living for a long time in a dark cavity. Toad nodded in understanding large, crusting his head and sighed heavily.
- I live long on the green pond, no one saw and still wonder. - He repeated with senile stubbornness.
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The stick was a proud king of the pond. Every day, at dawn she woke him croak accumulated over the water żab.W happy trelach praised the wisdom of their king, his flair and unbridled fantasy. Stick king spoke seldom, but it is emphatically. He looked at the bull. The animal was already firmly tired and stopped for a moment. Do not had the strength to react. He used the time to calmly assess the situation. "I think it's time to end the show" - he thought. Muleta waved watching the reaction of the animal. The bull did not react. He waved again. The animal stumbled awkwardly moved in his direction. He thought, "Now" and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. He was sure that no misses. Suddenly it became something I did not understand. Taurus suddenly as if he regained his strength, at the last moment made some incredible maneuver and completely ignoring Mulet attacked straight at the startled matador. This did not have time to react, and in a moment he found himself on the ground kicked out of the force, which can not be expected from an animal which is on the verge of dying. He felt a terrible pain. Yet he realized that throwing it in the air bull horn pierced his stomach. He realized that he had lost and he was seized by panic. After a while, he fell to the ground and felt something breaking his ribs. From that moment he stopped thinking. The pain was too strong. Obscured everything else. The whole world was gone, the whole consciousness was gone, all gone in one monstrous pain, thinking paralyzing fear and a sense of helplessness and defeat. Even though time stopped flowing. Though he was able to think, he could not say how long this state lasts. He could only say that this state has always existed - that there was no past, there is no future, and the only thing really exists are the paralyzing fear, helplessness and total piercing all
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Stork king ruled over a green pond as he could, he was a strong leader. Introduced new orders, his court and subjects were happy again. Time slowed down for a moment. The new ruler did things his way, again, he tries to. Soon he ate for breakfast part of the rebellious frogs and drove to the western edge of the pond young, capable tadpoles. Some of them sold at a profit to the harem. At dusk she fell asleep tired of standing on one leg in a mud puddle. From a distance he looked like a white statue decorated with black dignified. It looked extremely impressive also on slips of new coins and medals stamped in large numbers. None of the subjects dared not interrupt the king's dream. The King Stork was not born a poet, did not like the music and prose of life, cared only for their beautiful clothes. Boredom quickly devoured him, did not help her applause cheerleaders. On the pond he rang his monotonous, mentoring clatter. Stick lay disconsolate King himself among the ferns and dense rushes near the pond. Closely watched the transformation taking place in the kingdom. Do not grudge, do not despair, his head had only a roaring emptiness. Shortly he longed for the old days, at the end of a wet overgrown with moss and had become heavy as a log. Nobody than it already did not sing. Former subjects gave him a disgusted, from a distance, in a fearful silence.
 
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