Book: Daughter of Ivan, mother of Ivan

... Russia, ragged and bleeding, were only for the poor and for the rich is a completely different country, nothing to do with still not having... the Poor demand justice, the rich insist on the continuation of reforms is not, and can not be agreement, only blind hatred. Rich and poor are so far apart, so different inhabited worlds that no poor person killed no rich and no rich did not help any poor. The rich even the sun of their own, separate from the poor, some exotic Islands - taken and taken from Paradise; they were born fantastic flavors: to play football, they fly to the North pole for walking in space hire cabs astronauts, mistresses presented Villa in millions of dollars. And the poor meanwhile, to argue, to walk or not to walk them to the polls, and, for the umpteenth time deceived, still go and vote for those who immediately forget about them. These two different worlds can differ not only by wealth and poverty and the resulting instincts, not just disparate tricks of life - in everything, in everyone, without exception, that what is good for some, bad for others. But neither there, nor there, there is no consensus within itself - one unaccustomed to the wrong luxury, others unaccustomed to poverty. And no one knows and does not want to know, it will be possible sometime to get used to each other and become one nation or will never succeed, and someone eventually will have to leave.

Everyone can fall. But not on his knees. In any situation it is necessary to keep the shape.

Fool and manage a lot of mind is not necessary. Give him the right to say, in television, human rights, and a crust of bread in kind to shove a forget - him this for the rest of my life.

... In any case, a parent beating - and this is the advice, if with a mind to ride her like a hot, piping the heat, the bun, and then eat.

When the top takes break out brute force, it establishes its own laws, is infinitely more cruel and merciless than those that can be applied to her, the court dealt harshly with what is called justice. It, this rude and brutal force, become afraid, even the Prosecutor in court says the sluggish stuttering sentence, which immediately cancels the public Commission on pardons. Justice is not just broken - it hung by the feet head downwards, and all and Sundry, with enthusiasm and rage, in revenge for the very possibility of its existence in the world, spits in his face.

... Expectation of the event than the event.

Now about God remembered... So to God they went the unfortunate people who suffer from the villain. The villain for God is in no hurry. And the power she see what power she raspashku villain gave him conscience will not talk.

We, Russian, a great arrogance not withstanding. Little, the arrogance of all that we own in abundance, and most that were, or afraid, or ashamed. In us some kind of holdup is.

It's good, but not ostentatious. <...> The kindness in the girls face, she smeared it is not necessary to make yourself beautiful. Nature can not hide, it will definitely show.

Might it not be that the warnings of our parents, which we did not heed, wandering in the mountains and forests until the matching features when you need them exact repetition.

That is what I see. What you see is what you take into account. This is the views - to see and not to hear that hang on the ears.

... Studied well. In the round honors did not go, but he didn't have to; he had noticed in the honors almost slavish admiration for the highest score, of permanent tension and vystroennost for evaluation. Told to try - they are unconscious. In round five, he thought, lack of freedom, undue diligence, constrained breathing.

Oh, life-camarada, rolls by itself, but not the lady you sit in it, monocausal fun in the sun in the sky and on the rocks, mud and other road and we had to Wade up the trail, leaving a fatal wound.

Night was falling, warm, dark and lethargic, must be the rain. Passers-by have been, but daring, sensing freedom, raced cars, in three or four years, brought here from all over the world to organize the race. And these races are on someone else was now in all - in rags and the skin, on pots and pans, on the seeds of carrots and potatoes, in the training of students and retraining of professors, in the device of lovemaking and public fun, handheld devices and airplane engines, in outdoor ads and public speeches. All rushed at once, in the void, pushing her to the dumps.