Book: Green tent

Historical science thing is pretty murky. <...> The history is not algebra. Exact science its not called. In a sense, literature is a more exact science. That says a great writer, it becomes historical truth.

You see, Alusa, any position makes you stupid. You cannot stand on one thing. The stool and one on four legs!

The nature of friendship is not conditional, the target has no, and all of it is to find kindred spirits, to share their experiences, thoughts, feelings... But for this happiness should be friendship to feed time, her single life... that in the end formed a small, enclosed and warm space, where jokes are understood at a glance, an exchange of views occurs with a view, and interaction between friends so intimate, what it is impossible to achieve with a creature of the other sex. With very few exceptions.

Every business has at least one solution. Often they can be more. This power does not give any.

Incomprehensible, strange law: the sense of guilt tend always the most innocent.

There is the instinct of self-preservation. There is a maternal instinct, forcing his mother to protect her child. But there is in the nature of an instinct for social justice! Conscience works against the survival... [...] Yes, biological evolution kind of washes out those who have a living conscience. Survival of the fittest.

Love and famine rule the world is a terrible platitude, but apparently it is. [...] All in the funnel sooner or later, sucks.

... superiors at all times especially sharply reacted to something he didn't understand.

... the right teacher is a second birth.

Maybe the Homo sapiens species, Homo sapiens, is also experiencing a phenomenon similar to neotenous observed in worms, insects, amphibians, - when the ability to have sexual reproduction appears not in adults, and the larval stage, and then grew to adulthood beings multiply themselves like larvae, never turned into adult?

Now he was thinking about his younger guys, and knew how close processes of the metamorphosis which occurs with insects. Innocent kids, human larvae, they consume all sorts of writing, some throw, suck, chew, swallow everything in the experience, and then pupate, and pupae inside all folds in just the right order, to build the needed reflexes are developed, skills are trained, the primary view of the world learned. But how many pupae are killed before reaching its last phase, and not tresnuv the seam, not by releasing himself from the butterfly. Anima, anima, darling... Colored, flying, short lived and beautiful. But how many remains a larvae and lives to death, not realizing that maturity never came.

The friendship the three of us, like every triangle, a complex thing. There are obstacles and temptations of jealousy, envy, sometimes down to the smallest, even excusable, but meanness. Whether justified meanness immeasurable great love? Unbearably great jealousy and pain?

The boys walked and chatted, chatted and walked, and then stopped near the Yauza river, was silent. Felt simultaneously as well: trust, friendship, equality. And there is no thought who is more important, on the contrary, each equally interesting. [...] this coupling between people is only possible at a young age. The hook bites into the heart, and the thread that connects people to the children's friendship is not interrupted life.