Book: We live

Short skirts are the apogee of female grace, and female elegance is the highest of arts.

Short skirts are the apogee of female grace, and female elegance is the highest of arts.

Kira smiled. She knew that she was dying. But for her it no longer mattered. She learned what no man would tell her. She lived for years in anticipation of this life, believed in the possibility of its existence, and now felt from childhood she lived it. Life was, and it was only because she was, Kiera had no doubt that life is possible: In the heart she heard a silent hymn to my dream. A moment or an eternity - does it matter? Undefeated life exists and will exist.

It is clear that I will die. I understand. But I can't quite believe it. It's just weird. First life you think you are something very expensive and extremely beautiful like the sacred treasure. And now, when my life is on the wane, then there is no case. And most importantly - no one wants to understand what it means to me my life is my treasure and that it is something hidden that must be understood and evaluated. Frankly, I am not aware of all its values. We all need to figure something out, Kira. But what? What?

I tell you, woman to woman, never neglect your appearance, you know.

You are strange creatures - men. To understand you, this woman needs to learn a science of it. Personally, I have learned it the hard way.

To criticize, you need to understand.

Living humanly possible to be human.

There are some superficial circumstances that the dictatorship can control. But there are some values that she can neither comprehend nor conquer.

She wondered sometimes why the words: But he's going to die - meant so little to them, and the words: But it is not a civil servant - meant so little to her, and why it's so hard to explain.

The trouble with our times is that we don't have anything spiritual. People have lost even a simple faith.

We have no future. We were wallowing in the gratification of the flesh. And the fate of Russia has always depended on her spirit, and now in Russia there is neither God nor soul.

...a revolution in white gloves will not do.