Book: Lad. The grandson of a centurion

Calm, sir, just calm! The plot is something banal, unique - a dime a dozen. Beginning with the medieval legends about pure virgins abducted by evil sorcerers, performed the most vile intentions, to secret biological laboratories of the twentieth century, where scientists grow these monsters, which even Hieronymus Bosch nightmares could not see. The prescription counter is also rolled and polished in literature, film and the stage: quietly collect information, find the lair of the villains and the villains swarzeneger aforesaid until the full loss of working capacity. And then automatically there comes the happy end:
In silence, with Carla for the saddle
He went his own way.
In his hands is Lyudmila,
Bright as the vernal dawn,
And on the shoulder of the hero
the face of a beautiful bow.
The only thing that may prevent the realization of Your, sir Michael, noble intentions, is getting incompatible with life injuries of the body, in the process of the above-described process.

I hate only the one who is afraid! And the one afraid, not despise.

Remember, still a kid, in the sixties, I read an article in the magazine "Soviet Screen". It was written there about the experiment, translations of films into foreign languages. Took one phrase from Gogol seems to be: "In the morning she ate boiled beets and gossip". Consistently translated into ten languages, and then back to Russian, and turned out: "She was thrown out of the hut unnecessary things, and he happily gets in there".

Bear fumbled in his bag, with the food wrapped in a cloth bread, broke off a piece and handed it to the dog. Very carefully chief approached, long sniffed at the treat and hand it extends, finally, apparently not finding any warning signs, carefully, the front teeth, seized the bread and swallowed without chewing. And that's all! Fears instantly vanished, the wariness was gone - the owner of your, the same as always, we go somewhere, life is beautiful!
"Tough optimism! Just can envy. That would be You, sir. So there! Forever weight wrong problems, like a dog with fleas".

Okay, izgalyatsya, the dog barks - the caravan goes. In the coffin of your teachings I've seen in the ritual of the Shoe is of white color.

There's a man in the first place? Protector and provider!

That falcons clear! Bear looked grim brothers. - Do you have these sticks will not work! Them only in the ass to pick on a moonless night.
- Why the moon? - immediately asked Kuzka. Two twin brothers, he was more orderly, disorderly, and as he heard Bear more receptive to learning. And now, the Demo was silent, and the Kuzka for some reason needed to know: why on a moonless night I must surrender to such a strange occupation.
- Not to see anybody, and laughter is not dead. - Enlightened Bear Kuzma.

Two fight, the third - do not go.

... if you want to treat people, learn how to control himself.

... in a situation of mortal danger, people almost always think it lasted very long: the seconds turn into minutes, minutes - tens of minutes or even hours.

If you do not know where to go - go with diamonds! If you do not know what to do - sit down and analyze the situation. As always, regardless of the century in which you live.

Everything in life, sooner or later, can be useful if you can learn something - learn. Chance, and skill-that - right there.

The man is known to look like a fool in two cases. When he is really a fool, and there is nothing to comment. And then, when his purpose is unknown.