Book: Mozart

Where are we going?
- In the closet. If you, Wolfgang Amadeus, decided that I'm gonna spend all day in a wedding dress to run, so suck it! You already gave me to understand that I'm not your type... All now in me bubbles resentment and jealousy!
- And you can just change, without unnecessary chatter?
Can. But it demeans me as a person.

- Honey, do you like it?
- I don't...
- Oh yeah, you're not my honey, I'm married, and you do the flower bell, never Ding-Ding!

Honestly rarely believe in angels, that's right. People are so entangled in themselves that they believe bad easier than the good. Therefore, the forces of Darkness believe more readily than in the heavenly host. Though, because Evil people are more common...

Girls at all times wasn't fond of the angelic will. We really liked them externally, face, figure, wings, but to unconditionally obey - yeah, how...

Mozart, pick up your sword! Mozart, one against three! Mozart, Mozart... take him away! Mozart, get in line! Mozart, four against one. Mozart! Mozart, so you... carry them! Mozart, come here! Mozart, the push-UPS! Mozart, once again you raise a hand to his boss. somebody give me a bandage!

Where... gr-XP... ugh, are we sunk?!
- No, I got you.
And then the bastard laughs so vile? He has a holiday? There is no one to kick?

- Super! Mozart, you're just a sexy boy, you did not say?
Shut up.
One kiss, and shut up forever.

Behind my back silently rose Vic. I silently put his hand on the sheath of the blade.
It's called "good morning"?
It's called "no illusions" - I corrected.

Your opaque hint - once again ahead of me, raised her voice girl, cocking the second hammer of the gun, but nothing will come of it, Mozart is under my protection!
I thought for a second he closed his eyes in shame.

If the question is not answered, then the question is wrong.