Book: Azazel

Note, note, today I risk.

Do not climb on the rampage - will not be affected.

I'm one people only the daring appreciate, other all can be faked.

Honesty is for the honest and in our games of honor a bit.

- Well, as you for me, Nikolai stepanych offered? I know what he whispered.
- A thousand rubles, - Fandorin replied honestly. - Offered and more.
The agate eyes of Cleopatra flashed ominously:
- Wow, how he can not wait. Are you a millionaire?
- No, I'm not rich, modestly said Erast Petrovich. But trade good luck read low.

Something I like you, too good to be silent.

Saw you with the cab driver agreed, took action: I took in the stable the horse, the hoof of the hotel towels wrapped, so as not to knock. It is the Chechens do it when the RAID going. Well, not in the sense that the hotel towels, but in the sense that some rags, you understand, right?

Lizaveta stroked her spouse's cheek, kissed first his forehead, then lips, then eyes narrowed and softened, thawed, again became totally manageable.

And so it happened that on the day of the wedding Fandorin caught the eye of his victim "of self-sacrifice, of valor and commendable zeal".

To what degree of unbelief and nihilism have reached our Golden youth, even from his own death to throw a slapstick? If that is the attitude of Brutus to our own lives, then is it any wonder that they in a penny do not put the lives of others, much more worthy people?

I am free, and you still live and suffer fears.

I feel sick in your world, and, right, this reason is quite enough.

- What is it? - as usual, without transition, asked Ivan Franzevich, laying on the table a deck of playing cards.
Card - surprised Fandorin.
- Playing?
- Do not play. Papa forbade in hand to take, saying that he had enough for himself and for me and for three generations Fandorinym forward.

Here they are, the authoritative benefits: one on personal cab home, and the other on foot in need of service.