Book: Draft. Page 1

It was a pub! It was something as vulgar as the "Prague" restaurant on Novy Arbat...
Vulgarity is actually immortal...
Here, there was too much. Crystal, silver starch. Some invisible line was crossed, and the pompous luxury has become a bad taste.

Small kitchenette, all in the same style "we've got the nineteenth century, do you mind?".

This is what powers it was necessary to strike? I, frightened looked at his own hands. So want to dig deeper in the nose and half a head come off...

Why not just put these doors colleagues of the writer Melnikov! Paradise. Worlds where sound war horn, muscular heroes, waving a heavy sharp piece of iron from the evil monsters. A sleepy provincial town, occupied unfeeling aliens. The entrance to the secret labs of the secret services. Ancient Rus ' varying degrees of susalnosti - depending on the knowledge of the author of the story.

I don't believe in these stupid aliens, these gods and heroes, to the mysterious laws of the universe, the suffering and stuff!.. All science fiction writers are very sensible people. They just entertain people. Well... a little more extrapolat real everyday problems on fantastic situation to read it was interesting.

To taste would have a shared reading... how can you rest in the one author and only read it? Even me!

There is something primitive in the relations of men and women remained still. One has only to fight for women...

Why is youth always so stupid and wild?

The national idea... ha. What national idea in white mice in a cage? Who will be allowed on experiments who feed the boa and whom to leave on the reproduction of...
Magic wands no. Over.

In actual fact, nothing is not given for nothing. You pumped muscles, but overloading the body, put heart, lost the time that could be spent on education, reading books, visiting museums and travel. You became a great scientist - but burst belly, earned shortness of breath, hemorrhoids and myopia.

The logic is always there! <...> If not, it means that we do not understand what is happening.

Very, very rarely the hero goes for something intangible. No, not for "what in the world generally can not be" - this phrase is clearly hiding an invisible servant, who escaped from "the scarlet Flower". Just remember that the satellites of a girl named Ellie who in the emerald city looking for intelligence, courage and love... and then - they got in the end, bran, sawdust and castor oil.

Nothing pleases women, like men, busy cleaning the house.

But to throw a tantrum without an audience is just too stupid.