Book: We come to you

I wonder : why, for example, swimsuit stars and stripes flag bad is a healthy American patriotism and sincere love for democracy, and innocent says "I'm Russian" t-shirt - chauvinism and incitement to national hatred?
I have asked my most liberal colleagues - so no one answered.

Time, it fucking such a thing.
Thin.
And legends - there's nothing to be done - also got to leave on time.
At the peak of.
Yet they are remembered.

I nod, he grins.
If that continues, immediately call. Answer, being completely in any condition. But, I feel I today very disturbing. And very much drunk. To complete, I'm afraid, loss of spatial orientation.

Gleb shook his head of his thoughts, crooked grins.
- And, - speaks, - you know what, Daniel?! Were they normal people, I would have paid. Just be paid, to the nerves not to spoil. Well, maybe bargain a little bit, solely for the sake of decency. That, alas, can not pay. Because of this kind of creatures, the appetite comes exclusively during the devouring of carrion, and nothing else.

To lose people, you know, can in different ways. It is possible because just to lose, but you can - because the place does not stand, neither you nor they. And where your paths are, as agree how to disagree, that's, sorry, anything can happen. It can happen that neither you their way is not interesting, neither of them your way does not stick, well, not a bit. But that's just fine, that was all right. Because while you're moving, evolving - you live, even if something is lost, for example, old friends. Yes, it hurts, but the pain is also a sign of life. But if some of you stopped, no matter who, - so he died. No matter, now his body or not. It does not matter, I might in your life have faced...

And in the evening, I am sure, on duty at the hotel of Riot police appears basket with great food and a box or two the best vodka or cognac, which are all in the fucking panaevskom town.
Ali is able to pay the bills.
And never forgets anything.
Neither bad nor good.
This person...

I do not like unasked questions, you know. I can't stand. Because they never have any answers, damn it. For anyone, including for me personally. And I - if I for once do not understand it and will then suffer, you know?

Yes I am with you wherever, you know. Though God's beard shake, even the hell in the pot to bathe...

Ali just picked up Harry theme as the athlete picks a teammate the baton.
- I - said - for example, do not like French wine. To me they seem too dry. Even the Piedmontese wines not very much, prefer frioul and further South. But I have the right to say so, because I understand the thrill of good French wine, just is not my thrill, you know? And here is a thread mutic, who immediately said "ugh, sour," and now "loves French wine" and thus very proud of, so he mutic is, and do not figure more about it to talk. Or if I do not cut to the end in classical music, it does not mean that classical music is bullshit. This means that I am just still not cut. When you get it, and then be able to tell mine or not mine. But - not before.

I smoke a cigarette and just look at the dark rectangle of the window. Very loud, as always happens in the vestibule, knocking the wheels on the joints. They say that in Europe such a clatter no, they have a different technology of laying tracks, and there are no gaps between the rails, and that did not knock on anything. On the one hand, it's probably great, but what kind of drive the train without the sound of wheels, which is used and which does not interfere with, but rather lulls? I don't know... sometimes my dad says at the cottage, when going with your fry the kebabs under vodka: "the Main thing is booze is not a drink, and entourage." I agree, probably... Here, it would seem, what a funny detail, this is the sound of the wheels. And without it already and the train would not train.