Book: Cosmoecology

How the cat managed to get out of Polenino cabins, has remained a mystery. Tailed stowaway mastered either teleportation or ventilation and during the night managed to roll off the table a sugar bowl, to rasterbate to shreds and scattered on poltavschini all found in the garbage paper bags, scratching claws on the pilot's seat, and shit in navigatorthe (for which Theodore forgave her everything else).

- We must respect other people's beliefs.
- I respect - said the pilot - except for those that contradict mine.
- And you are is there? - surprised the captain.
"Of course," and did not blink Theodore. I worship the Holy Trinity: Light, Dark and Unfiltered. And they are not just for removal - even by the glass to read forbidden!

But the principle of "winners are not judged" usually causes most of these winners a feeling of permissiveness, and the next time they may not be so lucky.

- How's it going? - reaching, cheerful asked the pilot.
The team looked at him with hatred. Now all together and pored over the form No. 72 - "Petition for permission not to fill the form No. 23". Pauline timidly hinted, not easier to complete the actual twenty-third, but around warningly shushed, and Stanislav, half-proseries said that even in the kosmoflot such brave men on his memory was found only once, and in the process of filling caused two hysterical seizure, stroke and the devil.

- Enough! - woke up the captain. - What are you doing? They have already surrendered!
Really? the pilot incredulously kicked the lower body to the side. - And so aggressively lie...

The guards readily crumbled in compliments - first, the courage of the girl, then her beauty and intelligence, and at the end, and all were invited to the bar tilting one for familiarity.
- Oh no, woke up Polina. - I... uh-uh... dad to drink forbids!
- How he knows if a little bit and jammed?
- And he's already drinking, embarrassed she admitted.

Destiny - she is a lady windy, you never know how and when to turn.

- ...And what have you chosen?
- No, - said sadly Pauline. - Beer Ted was never found, and the chocolate is all white.
- I thought you and white love.
- Love. When he's like that from the beginning, and not life circumstances.

To make their own decisions, of course, interesting and honorable, but sometimes it's terribly exhausting.

When cleaning is always something interesting that interrupts it for an indefinite period, if at all.

Stanislav is long gone from the age when common sense is drowned out by adrenaline. The Shah doesn't mean the Mat, the main thing - to continue the party, not to throw the Board into the enemy.

Faceless, soulless font on screen, destroys all the charm of creativity. Whether it a manuscript: paper rustling, the creaking of the pen, every line - as a unique figure!

Worse plans, crumbling from the beginning, there were only plans running smoothly almost to the end.

- Run! - barked Stanislav. A statutory "fall back!" he never liked me: optimism was in it more, but syllables too.
The crew complied quickly, unanimously, and with amazing enthusiasm.