Book: The struggle

Will not help you nor infamy nor betrayal or departure to distant countries. You will have to kill myself.

Neither work, still do not deserve the right to pretend to treat you with love, on the contrary, become lonely, a stranger to all, and is just an object of curiosity.

What is all the maiden's beauty! Often, when I see the dress with all kinds of frills, ruffles and fringes, which are beautiful on a beautiful body, I think they'll remain that way, and you pucker up so that he could not make out, and covered with dust, which will not clean off the finish, and that no one wants to be so ridiculous and pathetic that everyday to put on in the morning and take the evening one and the same precious dress. However, I see girls who for all their beauty, for all their pretty muscles and ankles, and tight the skin, and the weight of fine hair, each day still appear in the same the nature of a masquerade costume and looks in the mirror, put in your same palm is always one and the same person. Only sometimes in the evenings when they are returning late from a holiday, it seems to them in the mirror worn-out, puffy, dusty, already seen by all and not fit anymore for socks.

It's night, and tomorrow no one will reproach me for what I say now, because it might be said in the dream.

I get angry when I behave inappropriately, and when someone else behaves badly, I'm happy.

After all, my misfortune is the misfortune of an unstable, unhappiness, subluxes on the cutting edge, and if you touch it, it will fall on asking.

But shouldn't we save the location of the question for us to even keep it that feeds this bizarre addiction to the mess of our brains?

Hard enough all day to hold herself together. We sleep to refresh yourself for the job, but if we don't sleep, bad things often happen to the most ridiculous things, but it would be rude from our satellites loudly to be surprised.

But now I knew what to do, because just before the terrible events took hold of me big determination.

He's happy, that's the point, and is the property of happy - to find the natural everything that happens around them. Their happiness sets in all great communication.

- Isn't it surprising that only the night can entirely immerse you in memories?

- Yes, you are right, a night not to sleep in bed. Imagine how many happy thoughts being strangled by the blanket, when you sleep alone in his bed, and how many unhappy dreams it warms.

I had his hands on his hips and imagined that a walk of their own accord. I was at a party, saved from the shame of one ungrateful young man and is now a walk in the moonlight. The whole day at the office, in the evening at a party, on the street at night and nothing to excess. Boundless natural way of life!

... except we are not absolutely independent in their conversation, if not to seek some purpose and some kind of truth, but only to joke and entertain?