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NACHALO_TSITATY Anastasia Kharchenko 4ernika wrote
December 12, 2007 at 20:54

From: Varia Borisova
Posted: 16:43:28, 05/12/2004
Subject: [ENWL] This is true life of each


This happened in Paris recently and may happen again anytime and anywhere.

few weeks ago in one of the cinemas woman sitting in a chair, felt the sting. Climbing up to see what it was, she saw the needle sticking out of the seat and a note - "You've just been infected HIV ".

Control Center HIV (in Paris) reports that a large number of similar cases that occurred recently in other cities. All the needles were HIV-positive. The Center also reported that needles were found in the public ATM network.

We encourage anyone facing a similar situation, be extremely cautious. Need to be vigilant and carefully inspect the seat / seats in public places before sitting down. Thorough inspection should be enough. We also ask everyone who receives this message, show it to family and friends to warn them of potential danger. Information incidents in Paris was given municipal police Ville d'Issy Les Moulineaux, and sent to all departments of France and, accordingly,
to all cities.

Recently one doctor told about a similar incident happened to one of his patients at the cinema Priya, New Delhi. The girl who was going to get married in a few months, pricked while the movie. The needle was attached note - "Welcome to the world family of HIV-infected." Despite the fact that doctors told her family that will take place 6 months before the virus has become strong enough to begin to destroy the immune system, and a healthy person can live for about 5-6 years, the girl died in 4 months, probably largely due to shock.

All of us, with God's help, have to be careful in public places. Think that you can save someone's life by forwarding this information on. Please take a few seconds of your time to send this email.

Sincerely, S. DineshGopinath IAS,
Director, Medical Research Center,
Chennai.

Be really careful: we have in Peter needle attached to a handrail staircases in their homes - down and holding on to railings in the dark, you can also stumble on HIV. KONETS_TSITATY

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week sex? :)

on November 30 at the entrance to the subway handing out a newspaper with the promotion of safe sex, from which we can learn what HIV and AIDS, which is referred to as VIH and SIDA, and the various measures of contraception. Naturally, that the content I guess just from the pictures. Condoms. :)) The text still poses a mystery to me, I managed to make out only some numbers, prepositions and articles. :)

And today I say so, successfully went to the canteen. :)) Handing out condoms with instructions for use. And I was given a set as at the entrance, and at output. :) I learned a lot. It turns out there are condoms for women, who (as I understood from the instructions, again at the pictures) are inserted inside. I was wondering here, girls there women were given the product or the same as me? :)) Naborchik, incidentally, turned out to be interesting: there was one (just one:)) condom and lubrication. And the grease was in the bag, which reminded me a packet of butter to any Doshiraku. More precisely, of course, not to Doshiraku, but to something there of Russian production (oil Doshirake never seen). I also in these bags here have seen olive oil, and for some reason in the dining room it is not just salt / pepper / sugar here it is so handed out, all other products flowing from banks / bottles.

more interesting: the professors, too, they handed out? Although they (promoters:)))) stood side by side with the entrance on the second floor, where students usually eat (where food is easier and cheaper (for students)). Will need to have VY ask. :))

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Just Breathe - Roy / Dr. Knox 7 / 7

Title: No one will ever change this animal I have become
By: rizafk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Torque: Roy Mustang / Dr. Knox (POV: Dr. Knox)
Rating: PG
Prompt: No one will ever change this Animal I Have Become
Disclaimer: Although I have tried to bribe Hiromu Arakawa with a juicy offer yaoi fan fiction, it still has not sold me the rights to Hagrites, aka Fullmetal Alchemist. Time to take the firearms and this disclaimer could change.

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7. No one will ever change this Animal I Have Become

( N o one will ever change this animal I have become )

" H or killed someone."

look to finish the coffee to tell her, even though the situation does not allow for hesitation: and even after I remain to secure the cup wondering how to react.

"And I identify who should I?"

not bat an eyelid and grabbed the fly, just as I imagined: I tried but still the right words until output is not trivial.

I wonder why.

"Lieutenant Maria Ross."

squinting, peering over my face unmoved by the personal files that have been provided.

"Can not you keep your hands off the women."

grin back, smooth as him.

"I missed her sarcasm."

"Yeah. For this you want me for an autopsy. "

laugh again, make sure you find him as a conniving.

My hand, he grasps her in greeting, it has never been so strong.

N o one will ever change this animal I have become - End

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Just Breathe - Roy / Dr. Knox 6 / 7

Title: Footprints dressed in red
By: rizafk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Torque: Roy Mustang / Dr. Knox (POV: Dr. Knox)
Rating: R
Prompt: Footprints dressed in red
Disclaimer: Although I have tried to bribe Hiromu Arakawa with a juicy offer yaoi fan fiction, it still has not sold me the rights to Hagrites, aka Fullmetal Alchemist. Time to take the firearms and this disclaimer could change.

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6 . Footprints dressed in red

(footprints dressed in red)

D just in my room, a cigarette between me and the other always put to bed to leaf through the latest research data without paying attention: in case some were not able to sigh in the morning to wait for assistance, it was better to be awake.

Then, if the night turned out to be quiet, collapsed.

Heaven does not even begin to turn gray dawn of the mattress when the tremor made me jump for the first time.

"Excuse me!" Said a voice in the impenetrable darkness.

"Imagine ..." unconsciously mumbled back. It was the best I could extract a misty thoughts of sleep.

"No," sighed the voice, and a breath hot and sour I hit my face. "I have no words to really apologize."

feel relieved to blow the covers off, and a hot body pressed against mine, crushing them. Wide-open eyes in the gloom, I saw his pale face staring at me anxiously.

I remained silent, while the desert wind blew his whistle with exaggeration.

that was enough.

After he clawed his back with trembling hands, he bent over me to tread on the rough lips and throwing him all the dust that had settled on the street. Enough to take my son to make us a castle.

He squeezed his eyes, keeping them closed all the time, while I watched the scene from outside, not in disgust, but rather curious in a clinic.

When I went on, pressing the erection against the thigh, I put a hand dripping with blood and slime who knows what kind of dirty mud under his shirt, at heart, and remained there to listen to the beat.

He ignored my face in disgust.

He apologized.

again and again.

Even as I clung around.

forever, stubbornly behind eyelids tightened.

When leave to swallow the memory of the evening along with a few glasses of the stuff strong enough to compete with gasoline, vehicles, he looked surprised and terrified of waking a sleepwalker who finds himself in a strange place.

He tried to escape, but I grabbed his wrist and torsos him firmly, fixing his stern face contorted with pain.

"Clean." And he growled, pulling out his tongue without hesitation, he leaned over me until my skin did not remain a trace of anything.

Perhaps only a few sketches red dirt.

went out in silence.

that time, and then the other.

the door, I looked furious, but it was a matter of time and in any case I did not care.

I lit a cigarette and stared at the ceiling.

That would give all the blame on myself if he did get better.

When I was suitable for first time the Alchemist of Fire, a distraught-looking young man who sat apart and bent shoulders as if the weight of the war we had everything on his shoulders, I thought that that would be a rather unfriendly.

One point in its favor.

I would sciorinare its moral dilemmas, or the propaganda war, as the people he did not survive for long: he was standing in a corner at my disposal, with folded arms and tight lips tremors horrified to hide, and brooding: he would not moved a muscle except gliel'avessi ordered.

Killing, could do so.

was what I asked him to destroy it.

The was easier if you obey debased to the end.

And I only wanted someone beside him to do his work without giving me trouble.

Leaving me alone wearing only a faded red.

Footprints dressed in red - End

My Dogs Butt Is Really Red And Inflamed

Just Breathe - Roy / Dr. Knox 5 / 7

Title: artificial light
By: rizafk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Torque: Roy Mustang / Dr. Knox (POV: Roy Mustang)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Artificial light

Disclaimer: Although I Hiromu Arakawa tried to bribe a juicy offer yaoi fan fiction, it still has not sold me the rights to Hagrites, aka Fullmetal Alchemist. Time to take the firearms and this disclaimer could change.

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5. Artificial light

(artificial light)

" F uoco," said a voice behind me.

turned my head, wincing at the sound of my name, and felt turn everything around on the speed of movement. I lost my balance if I had not already found on the ground, including rubble and sand.

To my right the dark shape of the doctor, went out to get some fresh air, towering over me: I had not even heard. With his hands stuffed in his pockets staring at me from top to bottom, not at all surprised to see there, tormenting with teeth Language and an unlit cigarette.

"Fire" he repeated with a nod.

Ah, it was an order .

Schioccai ready fingers badly reverse on the ground.

not seemed concerned that I might burn my face as I had just done with his experiments.

And I thought no.

The flame came out bright and clear.

fire the butt end of the time to turn it on.

Then it was dark again, except for that scarlet glow.

E 'in the mouth as if he had a target , I thought I saw him pull the first satisfying puff of smoke gray, but then I did not care much.

"You're good." He said. "I insist. Only lacks readiness. I wonder how you are survived so far. "

shook me weak in the shoulders.

"I do not know. To my teacher was incompetent. "

" Well, then I agree with him ... "he snorted. "I'm not an alchemist, so that they understand?"

chuckled weakly.

"I did not expect this response."

"You wanted compassion? "

I paused and rocked his head from side to side by bending the lips into a slight smile. I felt invaded by a sadness without remedy, and I did not even want to externalize.

"Di ', you're drunk?"

I thought about a moment.

The guards at first, to see me about to throw up, I was offered a sip of something undefined that I was still tears to my eyes at the memory of that burning.

But I was not drunk, I concluded, shaking his head. Just tired to the point that my legs had fallen off after a few steps from the door, leaving me lying there in the dirt in the inharmonious fixity.

practically never slept, between what I did for the doctor and the missions on the field, but even with the shots so far as to give the idea of fireworks erupted as a child I could to give myself to sleep. Kill I had never liked it and I've never taken, but in so short a time had degenerated so much in me, in an unexpected way.

assuefacendo horror I was not making it a bleak, inevitable routine as I said would happen.

I could not.

But I was still entangled.

I was not obliged to help the doctor now that I was cured, but I could not stop: you can still horrified by what I did reminded me that I was still human. That was to keep myself together, now, in a morbid way I ate at every breath, I swung along with the cigarette front.

Perhaps still suffering even killing people out there.

But I was so tired that I did not notice it anymore.

Just as I realized when I worn the butt hovered inches from his face. It was the sole which crushed the butt to bring me back to reality suddenly dark and the sky dotted with stars.

"Find a way to move on, boy, because it serves no purpose."

"I'm already doing ..." I whispered when he was away.

's just not enough ...

artificial light - End

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Just Breathe - Roy / Dr. Knox 4 / 7

Title: Childhood memories
By: rizafk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Dr. Knox, strange dog (POV: Dr. Knox)
Rating: G
Prompt: Childhood memories

Disclaimer: Although I have tried to bribe Hiromu Arakawa with a juicy offer yaoi fan fiction, it still has not sold me the rights to Hagrites, aka Fullmetal Alchemist. Time to take the firearms and this disclaimer could change.

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4 . Childhood memories

(childhood memories)

D to found a small dog.

But it would be more accurate to say that it was the dog to find me.

One evening it was raining in the summer, jumped from the window and went up crouching on the bed beside me. On hearing that damp rain I woke up suddenly with the perception that he pooped and I found him wagging his tail in the dark. Small and thin, dark in color: the hair caked with excrement had assumed a tone of gray mouse, and stank so much.

I gritted my teeth and went back to sleep.

never wanted a dog, even as a child.

Too much in need of care, for my taste.

was only out of pity that I asked my parents to keep it.

Childhood memories - End

To Congratulate Someone Having Baby

Just Breathe - Roy / Dr. Knox 3 / 7

Title: Blinded by faith I have not heard all the whispers, the warnings so clear
By: rizafk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Torque: Roy Mustang / Dr. Knox (POV: Roy Mustang)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Blinder by faith, I could not hear All the whispers, the warnings so clear

Disclaimer: Although he tried to bribe Hiromu Arakawa with a juicy offer yaoi fan fiction, it still has not sold me the rights to Hagrites, aka Fullmetal Alchemist. Time to take the firearms and this disclaimer could change.

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3. Blinded by faith, I could not hear All the whispers, the warnings so clear

(blinded by faith, I have not heard all the whispers, the warnings so clear)

C is good here too .

I thought the first time that I was sent an infirmary building: one that creaked, which brought with every breath nostrils, in addition to blood and disinfectant, a faint, pleasant scent of incense.

I had often seen from outside and from inside I never thought that I could find it reassuring.

I'm comfortable .

good eye I thought turning the corner to the stretcher, in seeing the corpse of a naked woman Ishbar.

merciful death after a rescue attempt concluded, staring admired the heroic doctor who was sitting in the chair opposite to mine.

She stared at me seriously.

on her face, bruises and scratches.

"What's happened?" I asked, curious.

Without answering me on the chin pressed her fingers to examine them closely, just above a hole, and I let out a hiss of pain that made him raise his eyes to heaven. I am convinced that is used to seeing people drop out for things worse, but I was not used to the pain because I never got hurt.

It gave them a chance.

I turned round and round like a doll, hastily.

"What has happened to you, rather." Muttered puffing on the cigarette smoke that clutched in his mouth.

Trying to suppress a cough sighed in a mixture of anger and theatrical humility, to give me a tone.

"It does not matter ..."

"It is not." Snarled lips twisted in disgust. "You have to be useful if you have sent to me for this, Alchemist, but this did not count. I'm asking not because I am interested. Should I write about my relationship. "

frowned.

"It 's been a flashback."

I saw him grin: grim, unpleasant. "Back flame? "he repeated, letting slip the look on my face: skin bruised and swollen cheek, swollen cheekbone, bruises full of sand and that big lump on the eyelid m'aveva bent his brow.

remained staring.

Artigliai fingers at the edge of the chair until his knuckles numb. That was to be the most stupid excuse ever to be echoed within the walls. Then unexpectedly pulled from the bottom of cigarette tasted. Rise harsh and I sighed with relief.

felt you can feel comfortable.

"A flashback heavy-handed."

Rise stronger and I tried to imitate him, ignoring the split lip.

A flashback it would no longer bothered the prisoners, at least in my presence, because it seems that that kind of fire theme watches silver and hanging from the pants wearer.

"Anyway ..." suddenly turned serious. "As long as that eye does not heal in the field are useless. "

" So they sent me ... "

" I thought, "interrupted. "But I do not do miracles. You have to do without for a few days if you do not want to lose a valuable Alchemist so stupid. But help me with my work, I will not be idle in a tent. "

was dumbfounded.

"But she is a doctor ..."

"... So what?"

"I can not cure people."

plan I saw him sigh, turning to look at the corpse behind him. Near the bed, hidden by the shadow, I noticed for the first time those dirty and rusty surgical instruments.

"Treat?" He said.

Then I looked again.

"Boy, you imagine account of where you are? "

A CCEC by faith, I have not heard all the whispers, the warnings so clear - End

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[ORIGINAL] BALLOONS

Title: Balloons
By: rizafk
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG / Green
Notes: No-one

Summary: Marta not mad ... Nor is called Marta ..

Disclaimer: Although he tried to bribe the judges Criticón with a juicy offer yaoi fan fiction, they have not been persuaded (ispiegabilmente) from my advances, so the story came "only" sixth in the competition criticoni.net ! XD

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BALLOONS

"What in the mouth, Martha? Chewing gum? "

" No. "

" E 'chewing gum. "

" No. "

"You swallowed."

"I have nothing in my mouth."

was true. When Aunt m'aveva accompanied with the machine, to make sure deviassi some sweets shop in stealing of butts, I had a check-up at the door: a thorough examination of shirt pockets, jacket and jeans. Revision of shoes and socks. Even under the sole, because "you never know." Then my brother, who at the time was in junior high and had always thought fixed in his head (not that now he has passed, even if it goes to college), had suggested to control me even underwear.

Even I was a drug dealer.

Mine was just a nervous nibbling.

"He was chewing gum?" Insisted the doctor.

nodded giving reason. She nodded, even though it was not true, because otherwise it would never end. If that guy was convinced of one thing, we just could not think.

That must be a big problem for a psychologist.

My name is not even Martha.

But it should be 'to make him understand.

*

The teacher, one day, had given a topic to the class.

"What would you do to restore peace in the world?"

He had said so. Report.

As if there had never been peace in the world. Since the dawn of time, when the men took a clubbed on the head and killed his brother pandering to envy, world history was a single, eternal war against their fellow humans.

But perhaps dreaming of a world in which there was a return to peace, one in which the solution was in the hands of children, was in some way of consolation. There was no harm in dreaming a bit '.

Also for the teachers.

The stack necks of machines there had been a girl with natural curly hair and blacks (not like Diana Pergola, made them do that if his sister with the iron, however, were not as beautiful as his own).

A child nor good nor donkey, nor beautiful nor ugly: like a lot, that he had picked up the pen as everyone else, but a blue pencil with eraser tip and chipped at the top a bit 'corroded.

the end, the children had made the theme.

But she had delivered a beautiful design.

He reported world peace in his own way.

*

The doctor kept staring at me with his air Petrovic [ 1] .

The air of someone who is already come to conclusions.

I had ordered.

I was crazy.

I knew from the very moment when Dad, looking lazily chewing gum in front of the television trying to give my balloon strange shapes, he thought it would be better for me to speak again with someone "(which is a euphemism for "Let's daughter hopeless in the hands of the professionals of strategic paid so that I must cancel the appointment at the barber to be with her), but when I came into that studio, in a way that sounds strange and stupid, I could not help but think that maybe I should have been included.

this guy listened to the children to work.

I thought something so logical.

Then I looked at.

Just a moment.

And I realized that, no, it was useless.

The doctor had twisted her fingers on the table and bent a little 'head to the side with a doing very reminiscent of that of our dog.

laughed with that nice smile and good-natured.

with glasses who fell out a bit 'on the nose.

"Why do not you tell me about the balloon, Martha?" He asked grinning.

*

The children were all very good and had responded well.

There was only one girl who was forced to stay after school.

waiting for dad, who would come to to take it soon, but would have preferred his mother.

had natural curly hair and blacks.

and big brown eyes.

sat on the chair of the teacher: his head bent down between the shoulders and legs swinging in the air, nervously biting the inside of the mouth, throwing quick glances at his task. On any design, cut across the page, stands a great WRONG in scarlet letters like a wound.

The was a great desire to cry.

was not enough.

was just wrong.

He felt the tears press them into a corner.

The teacher, in front of an open window, had lit a cigarette in silence.

The child did not mind because they all smoked at home.

But at least it would have been nice to ask permission.

"Why did not you do your theme?"

She blinked in disbelief, and tears of mortification he was looking for had fallen desperately to hold the paper in stripes, making the ink smudge in a halo ring.

"I did it."

"That's a drawing, and has nothing to do with the theme."

"Yes beside the point. "he blurted out in a small jet pride, frowning.

The teacher shook his head.

"You've drawn a strange and eat apples."

"No. I drew a little girl who makes balloon-shaped fruits! "

For a while the teacher looked at her, incredulos.

The cigarette ash fell on the ground.

She had deviated with one foot.

"balloons in the shape of fruit?"

"Yes," nodded firmly.

"rubber balloon?"

"bubble gum."

and slammed into my teeth to mimic the gesture.

"Why should just be in the shape of fruit?"

"Because the fruit is good."

"I understand."

The child could see them in the head, those balloons. Pink, green, yellow and blue. It would be special balloons, not opaque, pale-looking and a little 'dirty, and ugly ones round her older sister who was devoured like a cow pasture to make her first break in her hair. But lucid and transparent, like soap bubbles, as the shop windows of sweets, like the animals in Murano well stacked on the shelf in the living room at grandma's house.

Those that his mother loved so much.

And she, too, even if he could not play.

The voice of the teacher had brought to a reality of opaque balloons.

"You believe that if children learn to make balloon-shaped fruit could regain peace in the world?"

"No." said the girl shaking her head firmly. No, it would be impossible for all children. Children are so many, and many grow before they learn to do it. And why peace would be to force the hands of children? "Just one person. Even my grandfather. "

But in his speech was an indication," the oldest man in the world. "

The teacher laughed at her. That laughter and a bit low ', always ended in a hoarse cough grew thick and disgusting that distort the mouth of the child. The mother was coughing so.

Even my mother as she smoked.

If his mother had tried to learn how to make balloon-shaped fruit, however, would not have had time for cigarettes.

And maybe it was still there with them.

*

I was tired.

A little tired.

Stanca and pressed by a man who did not care at all.

"You think to balloons in the shape of flowers can bring peace to the world?"

How many months had continued to respond to that very same question? People who did not even know I wore all white and shiny in places, which made me want to enter only with muddy shoes to bring some 'color, and after a few questions of convenience always asking me if I was convinced, truly convinced of my idea.

And I kept saying yes.

Yes, I was convinced.

And then they asked me again.

This guy with glasses and a square face and without a beard was just the latest in a long line of people who had taken under his wings a little girl crazy. They had a mission to make me understand, as he vainly tried to do my poor teacher, who was repeating what I was pure madness.

And there was no way that I knew would understand that perfectly.

In a world like that, where raining on the day of picnics and where children are left without a mother, what hope can have someone to be able to make a shiny balloon-shaped fruit?

was precisely the point.

The idea behind it all.

was impossible.

For this reason, perhaps, if anyone had seen a girl do balloons in the shape of fruit, have begun to believe in miracles.

So was it really possible peace.

*

"What a stupid idea." Sighed the father once came home. "What you say is absurd."

I know, she thought, clenching his fists until the child to feel the nails too short to affect the skin, the palms.

But the peace that the teacher had asked them to "recover" was absurd.

*

There was only one answer I could give it all to end.

Why quit to haunt them.

But I could not ...

"balloons are shaped fruit." I whispered timidly.

"Why avoids the question, Martha? "I asked him.

And why do it with my answers?

I had shrugged.

"You think to balloons in the shape of flowers can bring peace to the world?"

Yes !

Yes, tell him!

You really believe it!

Tell him again, and again!

Tell everyone, until someone is willing to listen!

As long as man does not decide to at least understand that your name is not Martha.

But I did not. I was just a child, and I was tired.

After so many months to talk about anything ...

I was just tired.

"... No."

And the doctor smiled.

And that was the beginning of the end.

Because it takes little to please adults.

You just have to see the world in their own way dull.

*

Here lies the hope for a girl like many others,

whose name is not given to know

and it does not matter.

Killed in age sweeter

he saw off in a world of round balloons.

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[1] Reference Porfiry Petrovitch , investigating judge Crime and Punishment. Plot in brief work: the young and poor student Raskolnikov murders an old money-lender. It would seem a perfect crime, but his conscience torments him more and more until, torn by remorse, he decides to form and accept the punishment. Complicit in this repentance, the young prostitute Sonja and the investigating magistrate Porfiry Petrovich, sure of his innocence since his first encounter with him.

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