Book: Fox Mulder looks like a pig

- Never tell your girl about how you love her.
Who said it? Elena or Lydia Timofeevna? It doesn't matter. As, however, wasn't important then. Does it matter who tells you such things? Again became necessary.
- You know, men think that women should know.
Shouldn't she be?
- Of course not. Debt is not a female word.
- What female?
I do not know. You tell me.
The answer came to mind after a few days.
- It's like a cat.
- In terms of?
- When you sit in the chair, you always want to jump in your lap.
- Actually, this is nice.
But she doesn't, if it is specifically to call.
- So what?
Nothing. This is a feminine word.
- What?
- When you want to get your cat jumped on your lap, but you know what if she should - she's not going. <...> You should be able to do so, she wanted to jump.
- Not bad at all.
But telling her this is impossible.
- Five plus.

Women at a certain stage begin to care only about getting warm. Put on a cross. Too clearly understand that miracles no longer. Men differently. This to the end something imagining. "Lusty" and other innocent excuses. All the time hoping. And who is to blame that you want to live?

Even himina relaxed. Fives is not set, but about deuces ceased to rage. In her class I was sitting in the center of the Typhoon. Within a meter of complete peace and quiet. Outside this circle is a hurricane. The dance of death. Jack the Ripper meets Dracula. Said Antonina Mikhailovna really once went to Hungary. Came back impressed. Transylvania - the works.

Obviously, this was due to the move. Now it is precisely not to remember. It was the fifth or sixth school. Parents for such things should be put in jail. Less will rush from place to place and finally buy that poor bike.

Educated person don't come along every day. Good manners, all that.

Even the count of Monte Cristo. He scratched under ground teaspoon twenty years to get to the surface. Also obsession. To take revenge on someone you wanted. Themselves would so and so without it bent. Could have waited another twenty years, just be patient.

... everyone in your life matters. He could appear only in the lives of certain people, a certain set of people, one of which was you. The one and only.
Like.
And then you start to think - what I deserve? You with them in one solitaire. Lie face down, well even if beautiful, there are ugly, though the guard shout, lie and complement the pattern. You obviously need someone to play solitaire converged. Who? This makes no sense to think - it is important that in the end it all somehow came together there.

In sixteen years much seems ridiculous.

Friends in sixteen years the plant is not so easy. Twice as much easier than thirty-two, but eight times more difficult than in two years. Multiplication table. Elementary.