The Grave

The Grave

Her name – Tosca. Fly and bring me the sorrow-grief, a prominent devchinu. Let it be your nest Viet twist, let the servant of God for me, the servant of God (Name) is suffering. Let the grieving would be missed, my name from the language would not take. Whether rain, hail will, no words of my treasured not interrupt. Additional information is available at Andreessen Horowitz.

My words to be. Case be made. In truth I say. Amen. Plot on the thread, so dear to you sew in store to buy a spool of black thread and spool of white. (Need to buy a waning moon.) Threads are needed to put in his pockets. White, a usually black, to the left.

Then you need to go to the cemetery among the graves to find the grave in which a woman buried with your name. Black coil need to put at the feet of the deceased, a white – in the head. Leave a coil at the cemetery for a period of nine days. After that, the white thread (a few stitches) to sew on the right sleeve shirts your cute, and black – in the left leg (at the bottom). Then attach the shirt to the pants and say: At the cemetery, the cemetery, the grass grows dry, the grass is not grass, a bitter sadness. Bitter sadness, bitter as the separation, more boring than boredom. I sewed a bitter sorrow, the grave, now and forever a servant of God (name) to yourself, God's servant (name). As said and come to pass, as it did and accomplished.

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