Book: Tales of the old Vilnius

And Oh how I love the sun in the early spring - there are no words in any of human languages, to describe my passion for this luminary.

To plan for the future is pointless, to subordinate their present - self-destructive stupidity.

We all know your view of the possible and the impossible. To knock the man off balance, should the unthinkable happen, but not at all "unthinkable", and from his point of view.

When digging the hole on the top of the hill, felt like a complete fool. Didn't mind it - a refreshing feeling.

It's most annoying - when you don't pay attention. Now, honestly, I would fight.

Older sister - it is God's special punishment. She is always right.

Me - okay. Such a special, nothing on similar "good" for which there is no opposite of "bad." And no antonym. No options.

She has always, since childhood as I can remember, was sick the whole world - vimeochannel, hostile, awkward and absurdly arranged, is not amenable to correction, but shining, sounding, vibrating, windy, fire and ice, is so great that, give it a will, would cry excitedly from the rapture from morning till night, and, perhaps, even in sleep. But the will itself it is, of course, was not given, kept in tight rein, breathing shallowly, trying to think smaller and only about pressing issues, always standing there, inside himself, stretched out on the rack "quietly", not to sleep, not to collapse in sweet darkness, not to explode from overwhelming her a delicious meal.

Quite crazy, I think admiringly. Such beautiful nuts. And as well that no one still didn't occur to them to cure. It would be an irreparable loss.

- The universe, - smiled Lena. The Supreme deity of modern agnostics. Don't know who's the boss, but I vaguely suspect that it still is. Because if not, then it's somehow pointless.

Involuntarily smiled. A morning smile, as you know, equates to additional espresso. Or ristretto, depending on the width and sincerity.

... people instinctively recognize the indifference and do not forgive even when it is to their advantage.

Every girl is sure to have your bottomless pit, in the darkness which lurks some another "he" that does not ring, does not come, do not understand or anything "not" torturing the girl, you fool. Well if no one, then, was most recently, and soon, just a few days, gets a new one, this is, as I understand it, the law of nature: every wonderful girl have to spend all day staring at this damn well, and painfully ponder the behavior of its inhabitants, forgetting that around, in fact, a huge amazing world, all the miracles which, in theory, to use its services. Or rather, would be to her if she doesn't turn up his nose, muttering, "no, Thank you", just released as soon as possible back to the well, looking into the darkness.

Anna finally decided that they need some time to live apart. And so delicately formulated its proposal that it did not cause internal protest, just a practical question: "a while" is how much? Twenty, thirty years, forty? Thought so.