Book: Heart

I once began the study of his inner world. But there was nothing in it but emptiness.

I so wanted to punch in any place in the head K. and injected through the hole the jet is more sensitive air.

Money, friend, money! In the form of money any noble person turns into a villain.

Probably all that happens at home in the family vacation, suffered the same condition: a week is nothing, you are welcome and you care; but you cross this limit, and the ardor of the home cools, eventually it becomes still, there are you or not with you begin to apply something like.

Boredom never felt stronger than in the days of his youth.

Everyone there is in the soul its own needs.

Now for the first time I felt estranged from the world, I still with their hands doing some good...

In the depths of the soul thought, the only person in the world that I love so much, and he doesn't understand me. And this was made me sad.

In the heat of the disorderly intoxication, I suddenly noticed their position. I have noticed that you are a fool, deceiving himself by his actions. Sometimes, no matter how much I drank, I could not achieve even such a deceptive condition and immersed in unbridled anguish. When I artificially got fun, be sure then comes the reaction of despondency.

Stranger to others, I began to shun and himself...

In me somewhere was the idea that light can be what he pleases, I myself a wonderful man.

However, artificially set the goal and to artificially wait for her achievements was a lie at its core...

However, in view of the fact that my future I couldn't see it, I even suggested that this marriage, perhaps, be able to turn my mental state and serve as a starting point for entry into a new life. But when I finally had all day began to visit with my wife, all my ephemeral aspirations collapsed under the action of inexorable reality.

I mentally compared this new grave, this new for my wife and these new, buried there under the earth, white bone, compare it all and could not help but feel the irony of fate.