Book: Shadows in Paradise. Page 3

What are mouth-watering women. A third of their income they spend on cosmetics. By the way, otherwise they will not take the job. Vulgar laws of human nature do not take here into account. All must be young. But if youth is gone, her return by artificial means.

Why, in fact, we show much more interest in the misfortune of their neighbors, rather than to happiness? Does this mean that man is a jealous beast?

Nevertheless, I could not bring myself to dial her number. Doubt a heavy stone lay on my heart. I felt like I have suffered an irreparable loss, lost something infinitely more precious because of their own recklessness, and negligence.

I suddenly became clear that so attracted Kahn to the woman. Him, a man of refined intellect and great energy - a rare combination! - conquered in Carmen is not only naivety and not only pristine stupidity.
He was drawn himself - although he may not be aware of this - clean and thoughtlessness, which remained her innocent soul, however, whether the food is so innocent, because it is hard to imagine an innocent soul in such a seductive body. Of course, one can imagine an idyllic lawn at the foot of an extinct volcano, covered with primroses and daisies, but is unlikely to meet the Saxon, with pure thoughts, singing songs from the Patriarchal village near Rugenwalde.

Alcohol was much more faithful a means of bringing together, rather than intelligence.

- Stay tonight with me? - asked Natasha.
Are you sure?
- Of course, because you have a toothbrush and underwear. Pajamas are not required. And razor I'll give you. Tonight I don't want to sleep alone. It will be windy. And if the wind will Wake me up, you are here with me and soothe me. I want to let loose and get emotional, want to see you comforted me and we fell asleep, feeling the approach of autumn, I want to forget about it and remember again.
- I'm staying.
Okay. We will go to bed and cuddle up to each other. See our faces in the mirror opposite and listen to the howl of the wind. When the winds pick up, the eyes have flashes of fear and they will darken. You embrace me tightly and start to talk about Florence, Paris and Venice, all the cities where we will never be together.
- I was neither in Venice nor in Florence.
- Anyway, can you tell me about them as if you were there. I'm probably going to cry and going to look terrible. When I cry, I'm far from beautiful. But you'll forgive me for this and for my sensitivities, too.
Yes.
- Then come to me and tell me you'll love me forever and that we'll never grow old.

When something you really want, it slips away from you at the last second - I too often had to experience it.

When people are bombarded by something incomprehensible, they are trying to comprehend it with the help of prayers, the sound of the organ and of Eulogy, laced with tender-hearted narrow-minded hypocrisy.

Always this saying "thank you".

Pleasant memories are bad, because it's a past, bad good again because that is the past.

Memories - damn heavy Luggage.

Bodily comfort is much more important mental. It is worth a try, and the man is happy.

If you have to ask to marry you or not marry, do not marry.

Refund can not be, nothing stands still: nor you yourself, or someone who is near to you. All that remains in the end is a rare event, full of sadness, - a sadness that feels every person, for everything passes, but he is the only creature on earth that knows it, as does the fact that this is his consolation. Although not understand why.