Book: Morphine

I can not give praise to the one who first extracted from the poppy heads, morphine.

But why, in the end, every action I have to come up with an excuse?

Anna (sadly). - What can bring you back to life? Maybe this is your Amneris - wife?
Ya About there. Calm down. Thank you morphine, he delivered me from it. Instead, the morphine.

Harmful if these dreams? Oh no. After them I stand strong and cheerful. And they work well. I even got interest, but before it was not. Yes, and wonder, all my thoughts were focused on my ex-wife.
And now I'm calm.
I am calm.

Man, in fact, very little need. And first of all he needs the fire. And another person need to learn.

It's raining a veil and hides the world from me. And let him hide it from me. He didn't need me as I am useless in the world.

Has long been noted by smart people that happiness is like health: when it is there, don't notice it. But as the years pass - as I recall about happiness, as I remember!

I felt human for the first time, the amount of liability of which is limited to some framework.

The coziest thing is a kerosene lamp, but I for electricity!

Not "dreary", and death slowly takes possession of the morphine, only you only for an hour or two snatch away his morphine. The air is not satisfying, it can't swallow.. the body has no cells, which would not have longed for... What? It can neither define or explain. In short, one does not. It is turned off. Moving, yearning, suffering dead. He wants nothing, nothing to think, except morphine. Morphine!

It would be a shame for one minute to prolong his life. This - no, impossible. I've got the cure on hand. How could I not have guessed?
Well, proceed. I don't owe anyone anything. I killed only himself. And Anna. What can I do?
Time will heal, as he sang Amner. It certainly is simple and easy...

Oh, Anne, great sorrow you have will soon, if you loved me...

I'm happy for a few hours.

The previous lines were written during abstinence, and they have a lot unfair.