Fate is a mysterious scale, draws, but learns to whimper, sometimes frowns and tilts the shoulders and pours forth his violent troubles, but you, you know, at what price and when he begins to rejoice, to kneel even where he should not be on his knees, command it when it is about to mediate you and to smile with half-mouth, knows and selects sinners accurately, which are built in column one and waiting for their lives, as in vain hearing to hear their names, but they actually hear their fake interlocutors, but she judges righteousness not a joke, which subsequently rivals it and it does not just give you the same meaning, evaluates in his hidden heavenly notebooks and so do not throw bait even on the enemy, because he will recognize you as a crook and there is no discharge from her fateful arrow, whispering from afar with extreme inactivity ...
