Book: Dead can dance

In Khartoum (Sudan) I spent four days. All this time I wondered: what kind of disfiguring bruises visible on the faces of the local men?
Then I was told it is a special Muslim mark. A cross between a bruise and corn. Kind of a Muslim you can always tell by the mark left on his forehead after selflessly, with many hitting the floor, prayer. And who has such marks are not, he is likely a bad person. So, no decent girl even in the movie to go do not agree.

Turkey slightly spoil the Turks, but otherwise it's Paradise.

The most vile in any trip is coming home and once again become a Russian in a crowd of Russian.

The world in which we live, there are only two halves: the silence and speech, laughter and despair, Europe and Asia, light and darkness.

Any time beat the chimes of the Spassky tower of the Kremlin, at least seven, at least an hour of the day, the impression is still like new year's midnight and it's time to drink champagne.

Russian have their own ideas about right living.

Everything people are proud of their history. When hard, the peoples look back, and it becomes a little easier. Only Russian watch always only in the future. The Russian past. Something messed up with our history and what has and never will understand.