Book: Cancer ward. Page 2

...death seems to us to be black, but it only approaches to it, and she is white.

...one fool asks so many questions that a hundred smart will not manage to answer.

Personal life!.. As a guise of some sort of slipping. As the larva dropped dead.

Just a General holiday heavy lonely man. But unbearably lonely woman whose years go - a holiday for women!

Rusanova loved the people - a great people, and ministered to this people, and was ready to give his life for the people.
But over the years, they are increasingly hated - of the population. This obstinate, always evading, resisting but still something demands of the population.

Life is given for happiness.

No matter how we would laugh over the miracles while strong, healthy and prosper, but if life is so selinitsa, so flattened, that only a miracle can save us, we are the only exclusive miracle believe!

- Listen, dormidont Tikhonovich, - narrowed eyes held Dontsova on the walls. - You books, in my opinion, became even more.
- No, - shook slightly Oreshenkov large cast head. - I bribed, however, a dozen or two recently, and you know who? - And looked a little fun. Have Kaznacheeva. He retired moved him to see, sixty years. And on this day it became clear that he was not a radiologist, that there is no medicine, he knew more a single day does not want that he is native beekeeper and now will only get the bees to do. How can it be, huh? If you're a beekeeper - why are you the best years of losing?...

In fact there are people who are so smooth and covers all my life, and others - all prekrasno. Say - from the man himself determines his fate. Nothing from him.

There is joy in faithfulness. Can be is the highest. And even though on your own do not know. And even though not appreciate.
But that she has moved something.
But if nothing moves? Nobody wants?...

...To show the world a society in which all relationships, the foundations and laws will flow out of morality - and just out of it!

This is our always! And this is today! And who is that languages are grinding - that's not heard enough, or be, or not. Love, and all.

Such earthbound - we're on it not holding up!

Like a Bicycle, like the wheel, just rolled over, is stable only in movement, but without movement fall down and the game between a man and a woman, once begun, can only exist in development. If today hasn't moved from yesterday, the game has not.