Book: The country of crimson clouds

Is it possible in a few minutes to Express what is not able to speak for a few years?

But, as the Japanese say, even a monkey falls from a tree.

"Jan, zstan, jsan..."
- They were sitting under a downpour of death and listened to the charming music, - said Yurkovski. - Listen, could you turn off that damn ringing? I'm not used to die in such conditions.
"Jan, zstan, jsan..."

But I'm not one of those smug fools who grumble that today's youth-de is not an example is easier than it was to us. Because I know how difficult your task is. The task is always determined by the funds, and how much more powerful your present funds, and so much more difficult your task.

You probably think that all mezhplanetnykh - convinced the celestials. Wrong. We all love the Earth and yearn for the blue sky. This is our disease - longing for the blue sky. Sit somewhere on Phobos. The sky is bottomless, black. Stars like diamond needles, eyes prick. The constellations seem to be wild, unfamiliar. And all around the artificial: the artificial air, artificial heat, even the weight of yours and the artificial...

Yurkovski, pressing his fists to his chest, swore and swore, that after everything will be finished with Golcondas, he will achieve the equipment of the expedition on the terrible Jupiter, where he died Paul Danie. Dauge angrily replied that Jupiter is just a giant hydrogen bubble and geologist on Jupiter is nothing to do that the Jupiter person is still too tough even photon rocket, and that in such cases, the Chinese in ancient times, said: "When the rhinoceros looks at the moon, he is wasting the flowers to his spleen".

- And how are you doing? - suddenly asked Dauge.
- What are you doing?
- Ashgabat with your teacher.
The bulls immediately scowled and poskuchnee.
- So-so, - he said sadly. - Meet...
I see. Meet. Well?..
Nothing.
- A proposal was done?
Well, they did.
- Refused?
- No. Said I'd think about it.
- How long has it been?
- Six months ago.
And?
- What - "and"? There was nothing.
- That is you are a positive fool, Alex, I'm sorry, for God's sake.
Bykov sighed. Dauge was staring at him with blatant mockery.
- It is amazing! he said. To a man more than thirty years. Loves a beautiful woman and found with her for seven years...
Five.
- Well, let it be five. In the fifth year due to her. Mind you, she waited patiently for five years, that poor woman...
- No, Gregory, wincing, said Bykov.
- Wait a minute! After she out of modesty or out of a little revenge, said think...
- Enough!
Dauge sighed and threw up his hands.
- You're the one to blame, Alex! Your method of courtship similar to bullying. What will she think of you? The mattress!
Bulls sadly silent. Then said hopefully:
When we get back...
Dauge giggled:
- Oh, you, the conqueror of... sorry, a specialist on deserts!
"When we get back"!.. Go to sleep, I can't see you!

Marches to the music are only in Moscow for parades. And in sand it is more difficult.

In life there is too much prose to make poetry, and one in ten romantics nine are not worth the shell from eat their eggs...

- General destiny of man, he added, on reflection, is to turn every place where he sets his foot in a blooming garden.

None of us, probably, is not afraid of death. We just don't want her.

Do not want - need!

Worst thing in the world to wait and catch up.

Be you though seven spans in a forehead, you will never be able to remember all printed in the stacks of books and tables. After all, they have the most important, and really important, and unimportant, and, finally, just unnecessary.