Book: Maze Menina. Page 1

Alas, in critical situations the cutest personality sometimes begin to behave like a pig - it's human nature, and the longer I live, the more you realize how little exceptions to this rule.

Live, you bastard! A howl of anguish, roar from the pain, if strongly pripechet, but live.

To whom life is a dream, we should expect or death, or change. That, in essence, one and the same...

Eternity is madness, and like the will, which is able to rein him in.

If met on the street his fate, will beating the shit out of that thing.

To bite the bullet and headlong rush toward the troubles are many: it requires not so much innate courage, how much acquired the habit of work, not paying attention to fear. But to become a happy fool in the heart of the worst of the troubles which I have ever to get caught, is to admit, I didn't think that was possible.

... and then fancy changing the shades like this tend to just sunsets and bruises...

... it is much more than just a cafe, it's a rescue station, office on minor repairs of broken hearts, the point of dispensing pills from loneliness...

This idea was in my mind an honorary position Intrusive.

What's that, and life I have already managed any longer, though face into the salad fall!

When a person flies ignorant arrogance, it is often found under the most rabid shyness.

In every human being from the moment of birth lives his own death, mysterious, negligible, but almost infinitely powerful part of his being. Trained in the art of die - and nothing more! She silently slumbers in silence, while we, naively confident in their own immortality, rushing around the world in search of adventure, hurriedly digging on the shelves, trying to find where the source of secret knowledge, or quietly sitting on the ground, enjoying the everyday joys of life. We almost have no connection with this mysterious creature, our current relentless killer, only the dreams we have in common, but we never get to negotiate and conclude a non-aggression Pact...