Biography of Styx

I take life as it is, trying to live it as honestly, modestly and pleasant as I can do it. And if later - what, I admit, I do not believe - I am destined to meet a certain judge on the other side of Stix, then I rely on his wisdom and mercy. Apparently, such a certain designation of the terrain discovers in the author some creep to reconcile the ballet with geography, but, in essence, as we see below, this is only a trick on his part.

Mr. Saint-Leon, as an experienced fighter, knows that a strong enemy should be approached with caution, and therefore at first decides to exchange him. In fact, the decoration is not the Dnieper, but the Styx River, on the banks of which, in the opposite of the obvious testimony of mythology, fabulous villagers and settlers frolic. Here angry are tormented; They beat each other with their feet, head, chest and tears their teeth, and the envious are immersed in swamp mud and constantly choke in it.

At the outskirts of the swamp, a tower rises, on the top of which there are three furies and show Dante the head of a jellyfish to turn it into stone. But Virgil protects the poet, closing his eyes with his hand. Following this, thunder is heard: dry soles through the stench swamp passes through the Styx Messenger of the sky. Pastucity dominated; Mountain basins interfered with the political unification, and only in the southeastern, relatively even corner more significant communities arose: Mantinea and Tegei.

Along the edges of the plateau rise, especially in the north and east, mountain chains with peaks covered with snow Erimanf, Killen. Here are the rivers, not finding the drain, disappear in the abysses of the so -called catavota; Especially famous for its gloomy beauty, the fall of Stix; These phenomena gave an occasion to the myths about the underground kingdom and to the role of Hermes, the main god of the country, as a guide of souls.

Styx was called one of the rivers of the underground kingdom, a waterfall overthrowing there from the Valley among the Arkadian mountains. The celestials swore to her water, and it was a terrible oath: she invisibly and imperiously attracted the oath -criminal to herself, into her joyless, gloomy monastery. But Hermes led his guest further, to the river, which violently rolled his black waves along an inclined channel and later exposed to the abyss; From a distance, a severe noise of her fall was heard.

Why is she like that, you will understand when you see the place where she drains. He led him further, and they reached the edge of the abyss.

The cliff was pierced, even the chamois could not go down. But Hermes grabbed Hercules and, carrying him on the void, with smooth circles with him went down to the bottom of the cliff. The last gleams of daytime dusk have already disappeared here: there was a black night around. But in the distance, another, crimson light appeared. What was convinced? They convinced with their "forcedness." Whatever they bring to us, we will not even argue with them, we will accept everything, with humility and joy.

Only overcoming the pride in his soul is not pride, but pride, Comrade Luther, like Pascal, goes in a straight line from Tertullian, who rejected all our Pudet, Inptum, Impossibile is absurd, absurd, and Peter Damiani, who dared after the Holy Cupiditas Scientiae t. And they told terrible things about how he was poisoned. Styx water was with a poison: it turns out that this hellish river in one place of Greece was breaking out of the ground to the surface, rolled its ominous black waters, and then again went underground.

The water in it was so poisonous that even a stone and metal were corroded. She did not corrode only a goat's hoof. In the goat's hoof, the attackers secretly delivered her from Greece to Babylon to Alexander. And then at the feast, the commander of Alexander Kassandr as if secretly dropped a few drops of this water into the king’s bowl. He was dying, not leaving the heirs to his World Kingdom.

The claim is not the right word, and there were practically no them to you. Well, it was not necessary to tell you how you transported the Saddam Hussein Styx, you are obliged to forget customer names, but this is not a mistake, but a disease characteristic of all employees of your profession at the end of your career. Fatigue of metal. And yet you want to know why you are resigned.

And what does a woman from such a family are doing now? In a nameless clinic on the shore of Styx, he makes injections, distributes tablets, changes bandages, removes from under the patients, sorry, a ship. Ashamed, gentlemen! Those that we later transported through Styx. They used self -propelled barges, wheeled steamboats, all that floating damn thing that you got into us. We were not ready for so many customers.

Of course, complete profanity of the profession. They worked as stokers, drivers, and someone was put on the stern symbolically swing oars. They worked hard around the clock and somehow coped. Once every two days we were given a hundred grams, a liter lunch and sent to sleep for three hours.In the gallery, they tried to observe the appearance of a time to change time, so in the garden powerful fluorescent lamps shone in the garden, yellow lanterns lit, and by night their light faded and the smoldering red spirals remained, which gave the well -groomed and trimmed trees and bushes earthly mystery and uncertainty.

The clinic is expensive, the costs of the budget will not pay off soon. And since the administration has a clear lack of active labor, let it work hard. In the end, he is not a candidate for saints, but a simple boatman.