Book: Bread with ham. Page 2

College life was sterile. Here never told what awaits us in the real world. They gave us a theory that was utterly useless on the streets. University education could only make a person unfit for real life. Books only weaken us. When a person is in the midst of life, he needed very different skills, unlike those that were crammed with the University library.

Roosevelt demanded that we went to war. Of course, this ensured him a place in the Guinness book of world history. Warring presidents have more power, and later a large number of pages.

<...> I learned that the poor usually die poor, young rich, touched with the stench of poverty, learn to treat it with a slight sneer. They must learn to laugh, otherwise poverty will be terrifying, disturbing digestion. And they succeed in this science, also impact the centuries-old experience of their ancestors.

<...> I took the iodine and tried to lubricate the wound, but it wasn't easy. I sprayed the entire back, but to ulcers and could not reach. Except maybe the infection is back? Has anyone heard about this case? I spat on the case. Or I live or die. Back, as with ass, you can't count on an amputation.

They experimented on the poor, and if it worked, then the method offered rich. Well, if not worked, the poor shortage was expected to continue with the experiment.

The grass in the Park seemed greener than usual, the benches, and flowers struggled trying to be more picturesque. Maybe for those who drank his, these things have not been so good, but with anyone who just started must be something there.

Everything you need kid, with a bit of luck. Still there is someone who controls everything to get your chance.

My love for her did not have sexual connotation. I just wanted it wrapped me in its crisp clean, and we would disappear from this world forever.

The day will come and we'll switch places.

The girls looked attractive, but only at a distance. The sun shone through their light dresses and shone in her hair. But he had only to approach them and listen to their thoughts, rolling in an avalanche of nezakryvayushhihsya mouths, I immediately wanted to dig a hole somewhere under the hill and hide there with a gun.

I quickly began to be disappointed in the military. My brothers-in-arms zealously polished his shoes and with great enthusiasm participated in the exercises. I didn't see any sense in this. Just as we were preparing fresh cannon fodder.

Why did I come here? I thought I was on. - Why always we have to choose between bad and terrible?

The beginning is the best word.