Book: R. A. B.

The greatest achievement of the twenty-first century were the cowardice, hypocrisy, and fear of public opinion.

At seventeen I dreamed of being a depressed rock star, in twenty progressive DJ, in the twenty-two - a brilliant journalist. Each of these aspirations at the beginning blew my mind, and then very quickly disappeared. The reason for that was not life paraphony, not lack of talent, not a lack of like-minded people, not a small performance. I did not need to tempt fate or the machinations of envy, I was not subjected to detailed analysis each of the occupations on the subject of future bonuses, I don't have rethought their priorities. It was much easier-I have not made a single step towards his dream, made no attempt to prove, primarily to myself that I will succeed.

It is only lovers thirteen hours compressed into twenty minutes. People have married the weekend can drag on for a semester and vacation - all the years.

As you know, with the rare talent to sleep with half-closed eyes have only two categories of citizens: soldiers and middle managers.

You know, I think we could grow old on one pillow...

Understand that giving praise to the inventor of esemes mails millions, but can't help myself: dude, you did the impossible! This e-note is the only chance for indecisive people not to die from loneliness.

Lord! You make us all dead before!

You're still not attracted, just everything inside is warming, calms down and, without knowing why, you begin to smile.

(I hate all of you!)
"I love you, Moscow!"
(Really none of the authorities will not come to get this mad with idleness the crowd?)
"I love you, Moscow!"
(I want to sleep...)
- MOSCOW NEVER SLEEPS!!!

You know, saving the world can only two things: love and the mass executions. And not necessarily in that order.

By the second half I was finally ready to ***stvu, mentally and physically.

Today's enemies are tomorrow's best friends. It all depends against whom to be friends.