Book: Dark alleys

And then it started something between us a secret, some kind of sinful intimacy ours would have been the relationship and therefore special lust.

One person's heart had gone out of his hands and he said to the mind: farewell!

He sought her in Gelendzhik, Gagra, Sochi. The next day upon arriving in Sochi, he bathed in the morning in the sea, then shaved, put on clean clothes, a white tunic, had Breakfast in the hotel on the terrace of the restaurant, drank a bottle of champagne, drank coffee with Chartreuse, slowly smoked a cigar. Returning to his room, he lay down on the sofa and shot himself in whiskey from two revolvers.

She was pale beautiful pale loving excited woman.

Around the hips of scarlet bloomed, it was a dark lip of the alley...

Everything passes, my friend. Love, youth - everything, everything. The history of the last, common. With age everything goes.

Le bon Dieu envoie toujours des culottes a ceux qui n'ont pas de derrieere...
The merciful Lord always gives the pants to those who have no ass...

... I'm just a woman, and also very sensitive, lonely, unhappy, but you must understand me - because a chicken has a heart!

... what is trouble in dreams? They enliven, give strength and hope. And then, isn't it so happens that some dreams suddenly come true?.. Rarely, of course, very rare, but true.

Does it matter how happy people! Consequences? But still they are always there: because everything remains in the shower brutal tracks, that is, memories that are particularly cruel, painful, if I remember anything happy...

Russian province everywhere quite the same. One only there is nothing like it - the Volga. From early spring until winter it is always and everywhere an extraordinary, in any weather, and that day, that night.

... it always seems that somewhere there will be something particularly happy, some meeting...

... you know this amazing women's burden even a little?

- Maupassant all women like. He's all about love.
- What could be better than love?