Book: Falling angel

The reality for her was flexible: she had the ability to see only what he wanted, and not see what is not wanted would be easy, not thinking of danger, to lead a special way of life, a way of life for which someday they will have to pay dearly.

This is the most offensive to women, when her beauty causes men the most indecent desires.

Some are sensitive even strangers creased pants. What can we say, when worn, the pants have a policy?..

Suddenly I say something or do unconsciously, under the influence of a minute impulse, and it will destroy the world. The world should thank me for identity. After all, consciousness is nothing to be proud of, in addition to self-control.

False, like white milk of the morning mist, penetrated into every crevice, spreading everywhere.

Torah didn't know those wounds which usually causes poverty, Russian Academy of Sciences, which remains after a coarse scar-like clot that hardened resin that oozes from the tree whenever the humiliation and anger penetrate its bark.

From the Torah was pale, as if frozen in stillness, beautiful face. Cold showers - no love, no tears. But he knew happiness it was to watch. Talked about it his eyes. Nothing to create, only to stare at that invisible line of the horizon, the boundary to determine which you can only eyes and which penetrate only the consciousness is much more happiness than just visible horizon. And in this seeing, the perceived space is their form of being. The sea, the ships, the clouds, the Peninsula, lightning, sun, moon and countless stars. If to see means a meeting of life with eyes, in other words, a meeting of the two manifestations of existence, then, maybe, they are reminiscent of hanging one against the other mirrors? No. To see means to being ahead of the vision - the wings that carry us exactly the bird in those regions, which nobody has been able to see. It dies even beauty - as lohmataya and decay trailing skirts. And the sea, which will never have the ship, the sea, disturbed existence, - such things must exist. They are these places where no matter how look, no matter how ukladyvaya, so nothing will see, there is deep blue and dissolves the objects and consciousness, as the acid dissolves the lead oxide, and the eyes, throwing off the shackles of consciousness, see this extremely clear. To get there eyes - that this was happiness.

At some point the open sea for a second shot and then he was gone white wing wave. Maybe it was the laid down any sense? Sublime Caprice, or a very important sign. And perhaps neither.

While the condition of the ships depended on gravity and the whims of the sea, they were still something of a romantic, typical of the nineteenth century, something of a guest who comes to dinner too early, too late.

Moment by moment... and in every may, it is superior to the disaster caused by eruption of Krakatoa, and the man doesn't notice.

We got used to the quirks of life.

The sea... is a phenomenon without a proper name, it can be called only the sea, be it Mediterranean, Japanese or ex now before the eyes of the Suruga Bay - all unmarked, complete, absolute anarchy, something generalized with great difficulty, and not recognizing names.

In the sky, circling three birds: behold, they approached and immediately fled. Their behavior was kind of a mystery. Which meant this blue period, when one bird was so close that I felt the wind from the flapping of the wings of the other, and the other immediately moved away. When a person sometimes have three similar ideas, they also move in a similar way?

The world, perhaps, should not be left alone. In the idyll there is something that awakens a Vice.