Book: Shadows in Paradise. Page 1

Over the years of wandering, I learned some rules that were necessary for me to survive, but not very suitable for my personal life; one of these rules was: never admit that you lied. In the struggle with the authorities, it justified itself, but in relations with the woman he loved, it was not always acceptable, although even here it brought more benefit than harm.

- It's good that you didn't say: I'm happy. Usually, lying doesn't bother me. Yes, I can lie myself. But sometimes the lie is unbearable.

- True, when it comes to a small misfortune, and not about a genuine one.

All people are still rejoicing in summer, and autumn is already in my blood.

Do not leave me! I am not able to be alone. I'm not a heroine. My character is by no means heroic.

I adore you anyway, even though you find it dangerous. To idolize is joyful, and the sooner you do it, the better.

- In this vodka in my glass, in a piece of meat on the stove and, I hope, in both of us ...

In the States, everything was not the same as in Europe, where the missing third dimension was replaced by the struggle against bureaucracy, against the authorities and gendarmes, the struggle for temporary visas, for work, the struggle against customs officers and police - in short, the struggle to survive! And here we were met by silence, dead calm! Only screaming newspaper headlines and radio bulletins reminded of the war raging far overseas; America knew only war on the air: not a single enemy plane plowed the American skies, not a single bomb fell on American soil, not a single machine gun fired at American cities.

The Germans remain bureaucrats, even if they are deliberately doing wrong. It seems to them that by doing so it becomes right.

- Then even more so.

“I’ll set myself up differently. And if everything is really all right, then I will dissolve again. I know myself. But if they say to me: "Your life is in danger," I will begin to fight. I will fight like a madman for the time that I still have left. And, fighting, perhaps, I will extend my term. Otherwise, precious time will be wasted.

I always thought that life was terribly long and therefore it was not worth being together all the time. You will miss.

Natasha was just gorgeous. Anger did not distort her features; on the contrary, he painted her. She trembled not only from anger, but also from the fullness of life.

- There are a few. Emigrants. I have noticed that they have an ingenious ability to make false accusations against innocent men. In their opinion, this does not allow love to fade away.