Book: Teach me to die. Page 1

Short deaf clapping pull-down umbrella. Scurrying past us people, suddenly turned into a huge walking mushrooms. Cap mushrooms the most cheerful colors. Crazy mushrooms.

What day is it today? she asked.
An excellent question, given the circumstances in which it is specified. I was expecting something more boring declarations of love or proposals to join some secret sect... "What day is it today"! Was from what to come to confusion. I came.

Inside I have something unpleasant twisted. A disturbing feeling. Too casual was meeting.

Our care - a reliable shield.

After the Japanese are the craziest in the world are Russian.

There are things that are better than anyone not to share. Everybody needs their own little discoveries. Though they are not open to others.

Know that it's bad? To expose someone you trust.

Still, the humanism is possible when you're in complete safety. Should get into the story, humanity disappears somewhere. Or rather, is our love to one person - yourself.

If you walk without any purpose, go where nice.

I will die at dawn, you have a few hours.

- I don't think I could get worse than it is now.
- In vain. Could always be worse. Always. Make no mistake...

Today reconciled for a moment with death, I think three sheets quarreled with his life.

Actually, I love to ride fast. In this situation, there were two significant "but". First, the wet road and poor visibility. Secondly, the girl behind the wheel... And not just a girl, not quite normal... crazy to hell girl.

As is always the case. When you ask, I don't know about. And when a lot of questions to answer to no one.