Be oyster Hello everybody, i translated this text from Russian, could you pls check it for mistakes, particularly in use of words. Many thanks. Life may hit you hard. Not all the time, of course,

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Be oyster Hello everybody, i translated this text from Russian, could you pls check it for mistakes, particularly in use of words. Many thanks. Life may hit you hard. Not all the time, of course, but it happens. I can crawl under the blanket. With a box of chocolates. Or with a bottle of whiskey, left over after my uncle’s Bday party. Set on silent profile on my mobile or turn it off, dahs it all. And also switch on silent mode on my mouth and heart. Transform into oyster. Crappy tiredness. The word “want” is changed into “I don’t care”. Mussy hair. A pimple on the face. – never mind, I could not care less… Pyjama pants. Tatty A-shirt. Should I clean my teeth? Who cares…Whatever… I don’t give a shit. Should I call smb? Maybe go out, what’s the point? We are sending our prayers up there, to heaven. We are begging to be heard. We promise that we will be good. Just help me to rise up now, then I’ll get through this myself. But now, please help – I cannot make it on my own. And we got help, despite that last time you also had promised to become good, but went back on your word. Somehow, these supreme forces from above trust us more than we do them. We live in repetitions. Good- bad, good –bad, good bad… W get spanked when we behave well. Our dreams are fulfilled, regardless that we are shitty. Such things also occur. Transform into oyster. I neither want to let anyone in, nor get involved into anyone. A type of the Cat that walks by herself. And even to sit at the desk alone, putting my bag on the next chair so that no one sits by my side. Transform into oyster. But then suddenly, a phone call or email, or smb paid a surprise visit. And the past does not ask: How are you? But makes tea, takes out an exotic fruit from his tweed suit jacket, puts on DVD “The Apartment” and tells you how loudly the neighbors from the upper floors are making love. Or spins about his puppy who pees on the carpet. You are already a grown up. You understand that this fine is not forever. You are grateful for these minutes, hours, days, weeks… And you hold this good as a bird – neither to let it fly away nor to squeeze it.

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Be an oyster

Hello everybody, I translated this text from Russian. Could you pls check it for mistakes, particularly in the use of words? Many thanks.

Life may hit you hard. Not all the time, of course, but it happens. I can crawl under the blanket. With a box of chocolates. Or with a bottle of whiskey, left over after my uncle’s Bday party. Set my mobile on silent profile on my mobile or turn it off, dahs [does Or maybe you wanted to write "dahs" for its humoristic value?] it all. And also switch on silent mode for my mouth and heart. Transform into oyster.

Crappy tiredness. The word “want” is changed into “I don’t care”. Mussy hair. A pimple on the face. – never mind, I could not care less… Pyjama pants. Tatty A-shirt. Should I clean my teeth? Who cares?…Whatever… I don’t give a shit. Should I call smb? Maybe go out, what’s the point?

We are sending our prayers up there, to heaven. We are begging to be heard. We promise that we will be good. Just help me to rise up now, then I’ll get through this myself. But now, please help – I cannot make it on my own. And we got help, despite that last time you [we?] also had promised to become good, but went back on your [our?] word. Somehow, these supreme forces from above trust us more than we do them.

We live in repetitions. Good-bad, good–bad, good-bad…

We get spanked when we behave well. Our dreams are fulfilled, despite the fact that rwe are shitty. Such things also occur.
Transform into oyster.

I neither want to let anyone in, nor get involved in anyone. A type of the Cat that walks alone. And even to sit at the desk alone, putting my bag on the next chair so that no one sits by my side.

Transform into oyster.
But then suddenly, a phone call or email, or smb paid a surprise visit. And the past does not ask: How are you? But he makes tea, takes out an exotic fruit from his tweed suit jacket, puts on DVD “The Apartment” and tells you how loudly the neighbors from the upper floors are making love. Or spins ?? about his puppy who pees on the carpet. [I'm not sure what you mean by "spins"]

You are already a grown up. You understand that this fine [?? Not sure what you mean by "fine"] is not forever. You are grateful for these minutes, hours, days, weeks… And you hold this good like a bird – so as to neither to let it fly away nor to crush it.