Book: The geographer drank his globe away

“That question must not be asked,” he said. And you can't even think about it. To want to start over is to want our children to disappear.

I throw in the eyes of the cold, heavy water, and then immersed in her face and hands. Let the river wash away my desires, like mud. Have I not found what I wanted?

Writing is sinful activity. Trust list - will not denounce Christ. So what would be great was not literature, it is always taught but never brought up. Unlike life.

Claws of anguish that for a year rusting in my soul, slowly uncoil. It seems to me that for the first time in a long while I move along the road that will lead me to joy.

I want to get into a vessel and buried in the depths of the sea, the old man Hottabych.

Before the New Year is half an hour. Last year was different - good and bad, heavy and light. Let's take the time to keep quiet and remember things they won't have to remember to enter the future without excess baggage.

You know, I don't like it when I show bare, dirty ass and rejoice.

All the signs of fate are only good to down the road.

- The zoo and dinosaurs are there?
- No. They died out a long time ago.
- Why did they die?
- Ate each other to the last.
- And the last?
- The last died of hunger because no one else was there.

And here I stand beneath these constellations with empty hands, with holes in the pockets. No truth, no heroism, no woman, no friend, no money. No shame, no conscience.

- Viktor Sergeyevich, you know how the first medical aid?
The last can. Copper penny eyes closed.

I define Holiness: it is when you're are not the key to happiness and when you no one is the key to happiness, but you loved people and people loved you too. Perfect love, you know? Perfect love casts out fear. The Bible.

The colors of the world grey blue. The eternal twilight beauty. Eternal neuyuta Northern charm.

I feel the space, will, cold. <...> The air - ocean. Space - can't breathe.