Book: Drama on the hunt

I would not give her family, and therefore, would not give happiness.

But jealous only of those whom I love, did I love the girl in red? If you love all the girls I meet are living under the moon, not enough heart and too bold...

It was an exquisite morning. Happiness itself, it seemed, hung over the land and reflected in the diamond dewdrops, beckoned the passerby... the soul of the Forest, shrouded in morning light, was silent and motionless, as if listening to my footsteps and the chirping of a bird, the brethren met me with expressions of distrust and fear... the Air was impregnated with fumes of spring greens and his tenderness caressed my healthy lungs. I breathed them and look back at the glowing eyes, the space, felt spring, youth, and it seemed to me that the young birch trees, roadside grass and his aching incessantly may beetles shared my feeling. "And what is there in the world, thought I, crowding people in their small shacks, in their narrow little idea if there is a scope for life and mind? Why isn't he coming here?"

- The second day asleep, and all his little! Do you know what today is? asked Polycarp, entering the bedroom and looking at me like you look smart for the fools.
- Wednesday, ' I said.
- As, without fail. You purposely did that in week two environments was...
- It's Thursday! - the doctor said.

- So strongly do not stand up for the good name of woman to whom one indifferent...
- Stand up, brother... But that's not it...

My friend speaks three European languages, but does not know how to talk to women.

- I am here as I would like to die. Dress in the expensive fashionable dress that I saw on the local rich girl, the landowner Schaeffer, put on arm bracelets... Then be at the top of the Stone Tomb and let him kill of the zipper so that all the people saw the thunder... Terrible, I know, and the end...
- What a wild imagination! - I smiled, looking into his eyes, full of the Holy terror of scary, but spectacular death. - And in the ordinary dress unless you want to die?
- No... - shook his head Olenka. And so that all people saw.

Better shut up and grieve not the air of your tongue! I, on your place, on the seven aspens hanged himself, and the cloth you buy... smile!

- It's not reliable love and happiness...
- With him I'll be happy... the Condition he is - thank God, not a beggar is he a sort, not a beggar and a nobleman. I'm certainly not in love, but is happy and only those who marry for love? I know these marriages for love!
- My child, - I said with horror, looking into her bright eyes, - when you had to stuff your poor head this terrible worldly wisdom?

She gave storm a kiss, and the storm broke a flower from the root. Lot is taken, but too expensive and paid.

Love and jealousy make a person unjust, heartless, misanthrope...

But there are often moments when I looked at my Desk a portrait, I feel an irresistible desire to walk with "lady in red" in the woods under the guise of the tall pines and pressed it to his chest, no matter what. In this moment I forgive the lies and fall into the dirty abyss, ready to forgive everything in order to repeat itself again at least a particle of the past...

"Extremely nice one" consisted of a nineteen-year-old girl with beautiful blond head, kind blue eyes and long curls. She was in a bright red, childlike, paludification dress. As slim as a needle, legs in red stockings sitting in a tiny, almost children's shoes. Round her shoulders all the time while I admired her, Flirty cowered, as if they were cold and like they were biting my opinion. <...> I well remember, had started up in his chest feels good. I was a poet, and in the community forests may evening begins to flicker and the evening stars could look at the woman only a poet... I was looking at the girl in the red with the same reverence used to look at forests, mountains, azure sky.

Not only kids are stupid... there Are fools in fifty years.