Book: Stone field

As for the contract - drawn up with skill and never allowing yourself to forget, are so scared to break it, after all life is a long chain promised and not executed, planned and not done, every day you promise something to others and to ourselves; how dare, how someone dares to try to spend at least one day completely honest?

Sometimes it seems to me that there is nothing more dangerous than words, which we so lightly throw around. Everyday actions as something more definite: they change something, as in a bad and good side, for them you yourself the answer, you can see them and shoot, so they dug into you, or just scratched and burned so that then you don't even know what caused you such pain, words it is impossible to return and clarify, and you're helpless in his anger. Wounding word has thousands of forms, no one - neither the shooter nor the victim does not know which of the lined words hit the target. And then they say - you're lying, or even insulting - you forgot.