Book: Methodius Buslaev. Glass guardian

To begin to emerge, we must at least understand that the sink. While the man did not understand, he will never throw out from the pockets that pulls it to the bottom.

While you are doing anything under the influence of mood you're vulnerable. Things to do just because it is necessary. ON-TO - two syllable reliability. If the sun shone on the mood, we all have long been at the cemetery.

Freedom is when in any situation you can say "Yes" and "no."

Quarrel and the rush - the stupid medication.

A fool, as you know, two pleasures: the first pleasure - when I feel good, while another bad.

There is supposedly negoesti. There are selfish situational, which are at least trying to deal with them. There are selfish traded, loving honest parity (I I'm). And finally, there are selfish to such an extent that I do not understand your selfishness. They've learned that the sun shines for them and the rivers for them, and the wind blows for them. People infected with such virus, always believes that all owe him, he is not obliged to anyone or anything.

Peak happiness is a late night before the birthday when you fall asleep, knowing that tomorrow will be gifts, but have not yet received them.

The aerobatics of the darkness to lure the kid to the wolf pack, giving him that once he has horns, he is also a predator and very dangerous. Of course, the ending is always the same.

A love of reading brought Irku with Matthew. However there was a significant difference. Ira, as an idealist, I read to live read. Bagrov was consumed literature rather as competent stacker being integrated to the review of the position: "Well, than you me else please?". Besides Irka read daily, without a pause, and Matthew drunken. He could read three books in two days, and then not to read, say, a month. A new batch of impressions and thoughts he swallowed greedily and not seeing how crocodile prey, after that long - a few days or weeks - her was digested.

Mom, put your sandwiches! On Tuesday I cut the vein.

We are all without Eidos? Blown away balloons, wrapper from anything.

Once a person ceases to please the living, it becomes dead.

"It turned out" - from this phrase would make a great epigraph to any human life.

The horror! Such things are not down! Need to get back at him! Let's wait for winter and persuasion to lick tongue thing?