Book: Malavit

We as a radar in his head: should not be on any street in the world with a knapsack on his back, and then from within a voice warns: "don't go there, there is a school," and you see more and more figures with knapsacks on their shoulders, who go to the same place and you all disappear into some dark maw. It is a law of physics.

Without knowing it, Fred has experienced the theorem of universal application, which he formulated in the following way: if one asshole decides to light a fire, there is always the other four to tell him how to do it.

Just listening to the wife makes it a sentence, he thought he touched the bottom. And only now he realized that all pain is relative: the one who thinks he lost everything, still have a lot to lose. Less than an hour ago, he said goodbye to the future, and the next moment - with its past.

Maggie did not always understand the details and wondered why the editors always give the best place in the newspaper this whole sad and banal daily life. She hesitated between several variants of the answer: the events in the neighbourhood of the scenes of violence are extremely interested reader, who loves to upset or scare yourself. Or in another way: the reader it's nice to think that his town is not a citadel of boredom that happens in it just as much as in other places. Or here's another: a villager every day more and more aware that experiencing all the inconveniences of the capital city, without being able to benefit from it. Was she the last hypothesis, the sad, eternal chorus: there is nothing more exciting friend's misfortune.

She understood perfectly the point of view of the merchant, and nothing infuriated her more than the grocery whims of tourists and all those who makes the food or in the subject of nostalgia, or reflexively chauvinistic swagger. It was depressing spectacle compatriots who are visiting Paris the crowd was Packed in fast food restaurants, their complaints that there is nothing like the food they used to eat the whole year. She saw this monstrous disrespect for the country visited.

My dad is a typical American, you forgot what it is. The type that says, to be understood, not to come up with a phrase. Which the word "you" is not necessary, you can just say "you." Which "lives", "has", "says" and "does" and does not need other verbs. Which is not "Breakfast", "lunch" and "dinner", and eat. For him the past - what was, up to the present, and the future - what will happen then, what's so complicated? You count the list of things that your dad can Express with a word "fuck"! - But please, no profanity. It's much, much more than curses. "Fuck," he can mean: "Oh, God, I'm screwed!", or "He will answer", and even "Love that movie".

For any structure, no matter how big it was, always found people. The people you meet on the street, people with famous names, with open faces, people are invincible and still fallible because they are human.

Every person has a price. Sales of hides enough - not enough money. If you don't keep their money, keep their vices, if you do not hold with vices, keep ambition.

- Well, show off in public?
- And you? Played in charity among beggars?

He called her by her real name only when she felt obligated.

Well, that's enough! - she rebelled, wiping her swollen face; what to take on a vow that she will not abide by? The most graceful and, ultimately, the most sensible solution is to end it as soon as possible. She rushed to the window overlooking the garden, looked down, and realized that if you jump off the roof and survives, but is crippled. To end it, Yes, but certainly in a big way, to invite as many spectators at the sacrifice of his own life, to, finally, the audience will never forget, looked like the girl set foot in the air a chasm to commit suicide.
On reflection she picked a perfect day to die: first day of summer, the whole city is at her feet in the square of liberation, what revenge! To appear at the top of the turret of the Church and throw yourself into the void. The flight of the angel. Her shattered body was found at the portal, a few drops of blood will drain from his mouth and freeze on the white dress, is a marvellous picture. And by the way, why the Church? What here to interfere with God? What did He do to deserve such a sacrifice? To die in His house - so to give Him too much credit. However, there is no God, we have to admit the obvious. Or, Himself the victim of the act of Peter, He reached his threshold of inferiority regarding the fate of Bel. She closed her eyes, mentally imagining the liberation square and the surrounding buildings, but nothing seemed quite high. Is that... a Ferris wheel?

To see how the enemy is dying, much nicer than to make a new friend; who needs new friends?