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#AsteyLadies #FreeEpisode #SandiptaSen #1tvbangla #Ullu Original Web Series Asta Ladis || Web Series || Part-3 || 1tv bangla || hoichoi web Series || Ullu Original Web Series Asta Ladis || Web Series || Part-3 || 1tv bangla || hoichoi web Series || Ullu Original Web Series Asta Ladis || Web Series || Part-3 || 1tv bangla || hoichoi web Series || Ullu Original Web Series A Film By NA multimedia. “I follow thee, the rest is silence!” Virgil fell to the ground on his back, dead, his middle finger still up in the air with the Hamlet puppet on it. “You’re dead too!” He flings the uncle puppet off. “Oh, I am poisoned!” He flings the queen puppet off. Oh, I am slain!” He flings the Laertes puppet off. It is I, Hamlet the great… Dane… dog,” Virgil put one arm over his eyes as he tried to remember what the words were, before giving up and just pushing himself to his knees to continue. “Here comes the queen! Alas, poor Yorick! But soft. Sweet Ophelia! She’s dead!” Virgil pulled off the Ophelia puppet, kneeling beside it. “Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius? At supper. Help! Help! How now, a rat! Dead for a ducat, dead,” he violently flung the Polonius puppet off stage. Now, Mother, what’s the matter? Thou wilt not murder me. I’ll take the ghost’s word for a thousand pounds. “To be or not to be, that is the- Good my lord! Get thee to a nunnery! AHHH! Now, speak the speech trippingly on the tongue. “Well there are more things in heaven and earth, so piss off,” the Horatio puppet came off. Revenge my murder.” The ghost puppet came off. Mark me! Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. My lord, I think I saw your father yesternight. Virgil jumped onto the stage, giving Roman a slight kick as the three quickly left, before holding up his hand to reveal eight finger puppets, saying, “Audience, we shall do it faster!” He then started the play, holding up each finger as the character spoke, “Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt. I na kraju, molim vas: " Komercijalni predah za mentalne snobove, jer shvataju da imamo i ljepse stvari za ponos, nego grobove!!" Kao da su te police moji spomenici koji mi se vec sada rugaju. Znate kad se najvise plasim smrti? Kad gledam u svoju biblioteku i shvatim da vjerovatno necu stici da procitam sve te godinama skupljane knjige. Zalim sto sam ikad upoznala pola takvih ljudi, i prezalila bih sav trud da imam taster za "undo". Ironija je sto odande gleda u tvoje mjesto, unisten kao ti- a misli da si svetlo. Sta su svetla o kojima patetika govori? A ako ima svetla- tunel ima kraj a ako ima kraja- tamo stoji neko. Vjerujte mi, ne pamtim dan kada sam ustala iz kreveta i upitala se: "Pih, sta bih danas mogla da radim, kako da ispunim ovaj dan?" Ah, da mozda bih mogla da se samosazalijevam ili da izgluvarim? Oko sebe vidim samo ponizenu pamet na rubu egzistencije i razbahaceni sljam, uz ono malo srednjeg jedva- koprcajuceg sloja. Onih koji ne moraju biti tu i tu, tad i tad, i dati svoj maksimum, nego mogu tako divno oslobodjeni od obaveza da sjede i da se sprdaju da mile volje, da uvjeravaju sebe i druge kako je rijec o jednoj izuzetnoj tugi. Uvijek sam mislila da je depresija luksuz dokonih. Kad jednom pristanes na to da neces biti nista vise od onog sto si danas. A onda dodje vrijeme kad mozes poslednjih mnogo godina da stavis u taj sesir, izvuces bilo koji dan i kazes: "Ovo je danas".
Svakog jutra izvuces jedan i kazes: "Ovo je danas".
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