Lalka_Travilaf, 7 мая 2018 г., 6:32
It was a quiet autumn evening outside the window was blowing a gentle breeze, fluttering yellow leaves. In a comfortable office were talking in the Royal psychologist and the chief executioner of the Kingdom. - The doctor, after each execution to sleep at all - sitting in the counselor's office, complaining about the executioner. - And you try to close your eyes in the most terrible time for you - recommended doctor. Doc, if I miss, the result will shock me even more. Once the neck is turned to hit the skull - quite a disgusting spectacle, explained the executioner. - Sir, is it easier to look at your work? - the Royal psychologist grinned. ''I'm not sure I can do that, Doc,'' the executioner replied hesitantly. - Think about what it is your work, and the condemned is dead thanks to those who condemned them, while you are just a tool of execution, which clearly said the psychologist. Doc, I'll try, I hope that this idea will help me continue to hesitantly replied the executioner. - If my services are required, you always know where to find me. It took several months, a consultation with a psychologist, he never came back. That's just fate brought them back together again. The dungeon smelled damp, unbearable screams were heard in different corners. Psychologist seducing the king's daughter, could not get away from the prying eyes of the court nobility. A consequence of the court... And here he is deservedly awaiting punishment. Morning, scaffold, executioner, rubbing a huge axe before the show-all the elements of atmospheric execution. - Tell me... Is this the end? - doomed asked the psychologist at the executioner. - A you see on this situation for granted, Doc. I'm just an instrument of execution, and you're just a condemned man who will die because of those who sentenced him - ironically speaking executioner and cut off the psychologist's head. Author: Me
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