Book: Tysyacheletii crane

He was her tormentor, he was her joy, and now this woman passed my bags to him and at the same time deafened her tenderness.

The dead are what makes them our heart. We will take good care of their memory.

- Think see through is your specialty.
- If you are afraid, hide from me your soul. That's all!

Her face became scarlet - a shame, at first imperceptible, like Bud, were now in full bloom.

Only a woman - being of the other sex - can cause a high in the soul of poetic delight, only a woman is able to give the most hardened sinner the benefit of forgiveness, let minute, but with nothing comparable benefit.

Not without end remember the dead. Then it begins to seem that you're dead too.

Memory of flesh - a terrible thing.

An only child usually withdraws into himself, grows lonely and then life tends to solitude.

Suffering does not leave emotional wounds, even if they are?

Beautiful and perfect in its beauty of the Cup itself cannot cause bitter thoughts and unhealthy feelings, and if someone has something similar when you look at the Cup, do not blame her, and our memories. We look at it good, hard look.

Nice either cold or hot drink lukewarm and no taste.

Maybe it's the mountain sun poured its Shine in children's eyes?

Wisdom - the middle of the floor.