Dmitry Glukhovsky. Metro 2035 (№ 203813)

- But you asked. Why me? Why I'm a whore. As it has become.
I don't ask.
- And you ask. I'm not ashamed. I think you're the only one? Then you know how many? Feral. Lonely. Who have no one to complain to. They are drawn to me. To me, magnet. You know? Me. And if they do not accept... do Not give them... Throw it all... the Dirt, the horror of your... Anger. Tenderness. They then ozvereet. You men are so made. They come to me are - shaking directly from life. And I soothe them. World give them. You know? World. Comfort to them. They will poke - poke will... will Cry... will Cry... Poslabljajut... Subside. The fly is buttoned up. And can you still have to go to live without war.