Book: Interns

The main remains on the Ground. As always, though.

We are all a little horse, earnestly said Zhilin. - Each of us is a horse. Is life all mistakes. Her Majesty life. This blessed bastard.

There is a power that even you cannot overcome. I mean philistinism. The inertia of the little man. Townspeople not to win by force, because they'd have to physically destroy. And you can't beat them because the petty bourgeoisie is limited and does not accept any ideas.

- From time immemorial we have so Bang-Bang-bangity Bang, will kill all living creatures, and then begin to organize the reserves.
- What are you? - said Sergey. - Because they are the same way.
- Here to us all the way, - said Matti. - Oxygen causes little, a lot of oxygen - prevents many forest - stopping, ruby woods... Who we are in the end, we all the way?

- Listen, Joyce, - said Ivan. - Here is a Russian boy asks, what will you do when you get rich?
For some time Joyce looked at Yura.
"Okay," he said. I know what the answer is waiting for the boy. So I will ask. The boy will grow up and become an adult man. All his life he will deal with their... how you say... interesting work. But he will grow old and can no longer work. Then what he will do with this boy?
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- I... don't know, I never thought... he paused. The bartender seriously and looked sadly at him. Slowly crawling moments of terror. Jura said with despair: I'll try to die sooner than I will be able to work... - bartender's Eyebrows climbed his forehead, he anxiously looked back at Ivan. In utter confusion Yura said: - And generally, I think that the most important thing for man it is beautiful to die!

Manual is for those who do not know how.

Yes, capitalism is dead. But this is a dangerous corpse.

Nothing is impossible, only unlikely.

Someone who knows how to repair the breaks, and who knows how to break, one does not know how to fix.

Writers are somewhat similar to the dead: they are like when they either speak well or say nothing.

Think. You, the poor and the weak, you say: think! Now go.

All this before disgusting that I ever excluded the possibility of this phenomenon, and it took the intervention of a stranger, for boys to... Yeah. Disgusting. I wasn't expecting this from you, young. As it turned out to be just to get you back to the original state, put you on all fours for three years, one ambitious maniac and one provincial intriguer. And you bent brutalized, lost the human form. Young, fun, honest guys... What a shame!

- It is illegal, Alex, ' said Yurkovski.
The bulls returned to the table and sat down.
- If you had known, Vladimir, - he said, - no how many laws I can do in the space. And without many laws, we will have to do during the flight.

Here and alone. Yes, the hundreds of articles that are outdated. Yes a few books that old. Yes, the glory that is aging even faster.