Book: Methodius Buslaev. Rook light

- Hey, stupid question! Why did you choose it? - whispered MEF, when at some point they Chemodanova and turned away from her companions.
- Stress! It works for me! It is harmful, but real! And character traits - it's the little things, eventually I'll humble! Or she me - Yes, just me bare hands do not take! said Chemodanov.
I don't understand.
- And what is there to understand? Bull it is better to take by the horns! We need to approach a girl and say: "Woman, come into my cave! I'll hunt mammoths, and are you going to cook me meat and I give birth to ten sons". And she'll follow you, if it's yours.
- If you don't go?
- Well, then it's not yours, but someone else's kind, don't need you lady! Then it is better if it will immediately disappear from the horizon without smearing porridge on the plate.

Great love made him perfect. He remained in the same baboon. With his girlfriend Olya, he fought four times in fifteen minutes, because Olya had the same tank full of flowers if he wanted to go right went right. In response, when she asked Petruchio to buy a coke, he bought her corn, and then began a high-profile showdown in the Italian spirit, from which the skaters and cyclists rolled in the grass like dandruff.

The girl appeared in my life Petruchio suddenly. He came to the Assembly Department native hypermarket swear that the moving shelf set of wheels and they ride more on the nerves than on the floor. And then he saw her. The one and only, destiny is made solely in the form of a test model, she was standing on a stepladder with a drill in his hand and drinking juice from a package which is just in front of Chemodanova drilled with this drill. On its beige canvas vest placed the whole Arsenal: a hammer, tape gun, shooting iron staples.
Chemodanov looked at her and felt his heart pierced the nail.
Give me the juice, woman! 'he ordered.
The girl mockingly looked at Chemodanova and complied with the request literally dropped from the ladder the juice drenched him from head to toe.
Woman, are you blind?! I wanted to drink, not to wash! - howled Petruchio.
- Learn for free! Drinking is this: pour and swallow. Do not forget to breathe! - The girl jumped from the ladder and was next to Chemodanova.
Little below its growth, but decidedly jaunty. A round face, round eyes, dark hair and hard, nose like a button. A galloping horse will not stop, but the tape will wrap and pack in the best way. On the girl's breast - the usual store-bought name tag green color with the inscription "helps You OLGA". The letter "O" several fixed marker has ears, mouth and eyes.
Heart Chemodanova invisible thought, the cable contacted the brain examined the sensation and burst from love.

We rest in that love.

Yours is just what you are silent.

Hmm... And what is love from a philosophical point of view? asked Essearch.
- Oh! willingly, said the father of four daughters. - From a philosophical point of view, love is a high degree of emotionally positive attitude, placing the subject in the center of the life needs of the subject and to encourage the subject of the reciprocal feeling of the same degree of tension and positive response...
- Beautiful!
- Yes, beautiful. But the philologists, for example, those all difficult. They never know what love is. Everyone is looking for it, dig in yourself, I doubt... Pushkin will definitely drag... Remember the moment - don't you remember? The sky in her eyes or the sea?..