Book: Snir. At the entrance there is no exit

View the Marquise du Graz lost in the depths of her corset. Louise was breathing so hard that exploded the back buttons and the rain was flying buttons.
- Where is your stiletto? - asked the Marquis du Graz.
I think I forgot it in the next room!
- Once you can do not forget? - grouchy said the Marquis, and looked into the next room.
On the shag rug was the Prince of vampires. From his chest protruded a narrow silver handle.

Not feeling sorry for myself! All I regret, sooner or later will go to feed the worms. And that forever is born where it ends with the pity. So I got better, I need to kick continuously, not scoring at the death.

Out the back door tormozova machine fell out drunk. He began to poke her nose under your passport and say that there are no children. Rin is not too surprised: she was always in trouble.
Instead of quickly going through, she took the passport and shook. From the passport fell out of any, even the very young child.
- And the truth! she said. - No!.. Well, nothing: when you get - just come for the teaching tips!

We must always be ready to fading interest, to the ideals, work, occupation, to man and not to howl at the moon when it happens. Between the first and second breathing - always a disappointment, fatigue and depression. In late autumn it is hard to believe that someday spring will be here. If you do not know about the change of seasons, and to assume the spring is impossible. Logically it does not follow from the fall. Logically follows from autumn only winter.

It is better to take less, but to convey than to take a lot and give up halfway.

All someone else's courtship is funny, until you start to look after you. There are already accepted to swallow the hooks without bait.

In General, however, each chooses a place, it's often a good maximum. One even in a completely empty room will find obscuration area and get there nice and quiet. And the other will sit at the door and pull the legs so all stumbled at it.

- Imagine, somewhere in a remote place there is a button, clicking on which you will make all people healthy, happy, rich, well-fed. Will destroy all disease and perhaps even death itself. It is you - by your own will, your own choice. Click on it?
"Yes," I said immediately.
- I - no, ' replied the Cavalry. - Once Yes, even if I had to die, but now - no. For there are the time. Before this time can only damage.

The war put to the wall not the one who killed a lot of enemies or shot from a rifle with a closed, terrified eyes or softly shouted: "Hurrah!" Put to the wall of those who deserted. Just left my post and ran away.

Why smart people so often unhappy? Maybe it's because the evil? And if so, what is the mind, if you can't bring yourself to lighten up?

To wisdom are two ways of sorrow or self-exclusion, that is, in General, the same grief, only conscious. If you do not choose the second path, the first chooses you.

And every man thinking hard and think up the same extended life and time idea. One is: "I will not fail! All will help!" Another: "still All missing. I will always be miserable." The third: "I will not disappoint! I myself am all man!"

The main enemy of good people not evil people, and pious. Anyway who said that evil is not pious? Yes, it may be more humane for good in two hundred thousand times like a maniac to a point in a kinder father with a belt. So if evil will come to us in the coming years, under the mask of such global, non-national, uniting and universal good that we all pull. And another push will be in the queue to the scaffold.

Only the case has a value before eternity, in which I have invested a lot of love and pain.