Book: Tango of the old guard

And in my case all went wrong then finally - she continues - and I began to bear malice, you know, so shallow and disgusting, the way only we women when we feel bad... actually, not so bad, but it does not need to know. Several times he tried to save our relationship from what was called "vulgarity," and from total collapse, and then gave up, stepped back, but, like most men, to leave he managed not on another woman.

In the end, in every woman's life there comes a time when she at some time becomes a victim to your uterus and your heart.

Makes no sense to buy a policy before the election is unknown, he will come to power or not. More profitable to buy already existing ones.

For the Soviet people, the choice is simple: win, and you get a variety of benefits, get promoted and lose, expect a lot of trouble. KGB does not forgive.

Rich people need to Rob and not to hurt.

Almost all his life he tried to survive in this world, to stay on his feet, knowing that if you fall, trampled. When this happened, it was too late to start again: life has ceased to be a vast hunting reserve, full of casinos, luxury hotels, first-class cabins of transatlantic liners and sleeping cars in Express trains, and elegant manner of smoke or a perfectly even parting could not bring good luck to a man young and courageous. Hotels, travel, cities, people - all with exceptional precision said the Sword, lost their former appeal. And the old Europe that used to dance in dance halls and at balls "Bolero" by Ravel and tango "Old guard", not to see through posverkivaya champagne.

One day I suddenly with amazement understood that the streets became more unpleasant people that the hotels are not so comfortable as before, and travel - not so exciting. That city is now ugly, and men hardened and lost its former appeal. And that the war in Europe had wiped out all that remained.

Each era has its highest point. And people, most fully Express it. My time ran out long ago, and tightened the finals I don't like.

At that time, when every day was a challenge and a fight for survival, a combination of friendly naturalness, good manners and careful resourcefulness opened him many doors.

A good player remembers the course of thousands of games, friends and foes, and trying to improve them with new options; it examines its predecessors, how to teach a foreign language or algebra.

Imagine what it's like to see the person you love with all your being, struggling over the decision of a problem - a complex and at the same time very vague. You want to help him but don't know how. And then looking for someone who can do things you can't. So there are teachers and coaches...

Remorse is rare in men, if they are making money or a possession, and women, if they are through the day, change lovers... And then, and we do not feel such gratitude for knightly deeds and feelings, as is commonly thought. Prove it, falling in love with rogues and hayseeds.

Sometimes the dance is a pretext to hug a beautiful woman.

Genuine tango, added a curve, under the gurgling Gina and energetic cheering of their comrades, belong to the rabble of the suburbs - is full of evil and daring to taunt the bandit or a prostitute, a fool's incorrigible cynicism of people, the ultimate and conscious of it. And then refined poets and musicians were totally unnecessary. Tango is good when you need to compliment the woman, hugging her, or to have noisy bent with buddies. And, summing up, we can say, tango is instinct, rhythm, improvisation and obscene words. And then, what it turned you forgive me, Madam, - here his one good eye squinted at the Sword is a disgrace pink snot. If this goes on with all these roses and dreams, with a bachelor's deserted nest, soon, suddenly, howl about a poor widow mother and slepenky the unhappy girl who sells flowers on the corner.