Book: Pit. Page 2

Sometimes it is so bad, even hung up, and - lo and behold - tomorrow life have changed.

And in my opinion, not in a sad Russian life a more tragic phenomenon than lack of discipline and corruption of thought.

But fame, celebrity, sweet only from afar, when they only dream of.

- While there is property, there will be poverty. Until there is marriage, not die, and prostitution.

We, whom you deprive of innocence and then drive home, and then pay us two roubles a visit, we always - do you understand? suddenly she raised her head - we always hate you and never regret!

Normal conversation, which is almost all the men alone with the prostitutes, which causes them to lie almost mechanically, to lie without regret, passion, or anger, one old stencil.

Ashamed, making a good deal, now to wait for it awards.

Love is a complete fusion of minds, thoughts, souls, interests, not alone of the bodies. Love is huge, great feeling, mighty, like the world, not wallowing in bed.

We fallen, but we don't lie, pretend, and you all fall down and lie. Now think for themselves - in whose favour is this difference?

And so without end, day after day, months and years, they live in their public harems strange, improbable life, thrown away by society, accursed by the family, the victim of public temperament, the cloaca for a plethora of urban sensuality, aboriginality family honour - four hundred foolish, lazy, hysterical, barren women.

If you love the person, then you all should be nice from him. He is in jail and you were with him in prison. He became a thief, and you help him. He is a beggar, and you're still with him. What's so special that the crust of black bread, when love?..

I know that is still young and beautiful body, but really, sometimes I feel like I'm 90 years old. So worn out soul.

A woman's heart always wants love, but about love they say everyday there's a different sour, slantwise words. Involuntarily, I want to love pepper. I want to have not words of passion, but tragically-passionate actions.