Book: In front of the mirror. Page 2

Sinner father Constantine! On the female beauty not behold, for the beauty of the cope first, and after wormwood is bitter. Don't put it on their eyes, but will not die. Run from the beauty of the female, like Noah from the flood, like Lot from Sodom. Because who is the wife? The network created by the devil, a satanic holiday, pacoima the snake, the disease bezczelna, goat violent, the North wind, a rainy day. Better fever to be sick, than wife obldumu to be: shake the fever let go, and the wife to death with him. Cratima - stands beema - frantic. All evil angrier wife.

Am I sorry? I do not know. After all, it was a step into the unknown that attracted me precisely because, as you're walking, I didn't set foot on solid ground. And not stepped. Not the ground under my feet, and the raft.

Of course, it was a retreat, but retreat and Kutuzov.

To reflect on why you live may be the only person who has time for this.

I sit on the beach for a long time, for hours and forget about everything sad and ugly, and I think that without beauty to man has no strength to live. Don't you think perception of beauty is no less strong instinct than kindness and compassion for people?

Too much experience was not happy. In this experience, incidentally, lies the belief that with age a woman gets a taste of family life, and the man loses the taste.

"Home" - it's not the economy, not "joint lodging", as you said, not even children. "Home" is when each other not hiding anything. Because today we're "home".

And then she said that if she had some passion, she'd be happy, whether it is at least angling. "Passion in itself is happiness, and stifle it, deal with it - what could be more stupid?"

I'm not tired from work and from fighting with his own soul. I am not able to apply to life, everyone wants to make her his own, and "his", brought up in dreams, too brittle and shatters to pieces at the first collision.

Father already at the Assembly point, and although he's an officer, I still think of ridiculous and inexplicable that this kind, timid all his life suffering from shyness, people will be struggling to try to kill other people and that for all of us it has become now the most important thing in the world.

I have long made it clear that You dare not joke with life, and to win it, since fate gave it to You.

But can you find yourself without searches and, therefore, without the participation of the heart?

You can't even imagine how often you have to lie at every step. Sometimes even I want to say the truth, I tried, but stopped, noticing that her and accept the lie.