Book: Mother

Is there anywhere on earth an unoffended soul? I was offended so much that I was already tired of being offended. What can you do if people cannot do otherwise? Resentments interfere with getting things done; dwelling on them is a waste of time. Such a life! I used to get angry with people, but I thought, I see - it’s not worth it. Everyone is afraid that a neighbor might hit him, and he tries to punch him in the ear as quickly as possible. Such is my life, dear!

- I've seen such people! - he exclaimed hotly. - These are the best people on earth!

Fatigue, accumulated over the years deprived people of appetite, and to eat, drank a lot, irritating the stomach, sharp burn of vodka.

Day completely removed from life, man has made another step toward his grave; but he saw close before him the pleasure of rest, joy, smoky tavern and were satisfied.

On earth too few free men, here is her misfortune!

They soul break... It's more painful when the soul with dirty hands...

We can be too frugal in the spending of their feelings, a lot of live thought, and it somewhat distorts us, we appreciate and not feel...

Pointless to keep quiet, mother! If I play silence? A few extra seconds of agony, and lose the pleasure of talking with a good man.

Live expecting good, but if there is nothing to wait - what is life?

Used - go, go around the person before anything will say to him from the heart, and now soul is always open, and immediately say something that before would not have thought of...

- No, you can't tell me! My soul howls like a wolf!..
- And don't want to! Only I know it happens to you. Maybe not, but pass!... That, brother, childhood disease, like measles. We all suffer from it, the strong less, the weak more. She then overcomes your brother, when the man himself - you will find, and life and their place in it does not see. You think you're alone on earth such a nice pickle and eat everything you want. Then, take some time, you will see that a good chunk of your soul in other Breasts not worse - you'll feel better. And a little ashamed.

The pleasure of living, which entails the obligation to die.

Is love that prevents a person to live.

- You know, sometimes it lives in the heart - amazing! It seems that wherever you come, comrades, all burning in one fire, all cheerful, kind, nice. Without words understand each other... Live in unison, but each heart sings its song. All of the songs, like streams, run - flow in the same river, and the river flows widely and freely in the sea bright joys of a new life... And awaken that crest, shaking his head - look around - cold and muddy! Everyone was tired, angry... it's a Shame, but we must not believe a man should fear him and even hate! Double vision people. You would only love wanted, and how it is possible? How to forgive the person if he is a wild animal comes at you, not recognize you as a living soul and gives pinkie a human face? It is impossible to forgive! Not for myself it is impossible - I for all the wrongs will be demolished, but to indulge nasilsin don't want don't want on my back the other beat studied. I must not forgive anything harmful, even if I didn't hurt it. I'm not one on earth! Today I will allow myself to hurt and can only laugh at the insult, she won't prick me, and tomorrow, feeling I their power, the abuser will go with the other to remove the skin. And you have people to look different, you have to keep the heart strictly, to dismantle people: this is your, this isn't. Fair but not comforting!