Book: We live. Page 3

She saw it in a moment shorter than a lightning, and then her every muscle screamed in pain so loudly that it seemed to her that she is not alone hears it.

Before she always knew that she was alive, I didn't think much on it. But now she suddenly discovered that mere survival has become a challenge which required a lot of effort and time. Had to be very careful just to stay alive. She realized that this can be overcome only by strengthening the contempt for the vanity of the struggle for survival. Otherwise, if you get used to it, all life will boil down to the little flame in the stove and heats up dinner porridge from millet.

I'm not want to believe. I don't want to see too much. Who is suffering in this world? Those in whom something is lacking? No. Those in whom there is something that they should not be. A blind man cannot see. But for those whose vision is too acute, even more impossible not to see. More impossible and more painful. Unless he manages to lose eyesight to stoop to the level of those who never saw and never wanted to see.

There were days when she ran from her room to the people and votes, but ran away from people, because he suddenly felt even more lonely.

As for the future they were not, they lived for today.

- If you're still alive and if you...
- No. I'm alive, because I will not forget.

For nowhere appeared a habit, instantly spread across the country and seized even party members, out of habit, for which no one answered and no one was punished, all low-quality domestic products was called "Soviet": it was "Soviet" matches that would not burn, "Soviet" shawls, who were eager as soon as they wore the "Soviet" shoes with cardboard soles.

It is a rare gift - to respect themselves and their lives, wanting the best, the highest in this life only for yourself! Imagine the heavenly Paradise, but not to think about it, and tends to demand!

Any God - whatever meaning is invested in that word is the embodiment of what a person believes himself above. And if the person puts the fiction above himself, so he has a very low opinion about himself and his life.

Well, if I asked people whether they believe in life, they would not understand me. A bad question. It can mean many things, and be nothing. So I ask whether they believe in God. And if they say Yes, then they don't believe in life.

- You know, the place where girls like you?
- Yes, where men like you, was not allowed even through the back door.

When the question is controversial and there is doubt as to the correctness of any of the parties, correct to side with the weakest of opponents.

The first thing Kira realized in life, and the first thing that frightened parents noticed in her was the joy of solitude.

Feminine elegance is the highest of the arts.