Book: Medieval history. The price of happiness

A crazy war, the civil war, there life is worthless and death is worthless...
It is easy to shout about good and evil. But if the lesser evil? If your pain will be paid more than one thousand saved lives?
How easy to judge when you are not worth it.
How terrible to know that your decision will give their lives tens of thousands of people...

Work, work, work again - who says depression the pills help? Better twenty-hour working day funds not yet invented! When you fall off, get run down so that the head to raise forces there, and forget about everything.

Warm the soul. When all nice and cozy. When warm and feels like home. When you're calm and waiting for you. And realize you're home.
About this beautifully told poets and writers. But in real life... who knows this feeling - that was lucky. Someone makes his peace. Someone a habit. But the man just once to understand what it is - real, half-measures and he has never limited.

- Do you think cruelty is the privilege of kings?
The old servant was not surprised. During his long court life he never heard that before.
- I think, your Excellency, it is a problem of all kings.

When the husband returns home, and the wife definitely meets him in the hallway and kisses, and he has these eyes...
And then they turn to the daughter, who also ran in the hallway, and smile. And in the air like a spill of warm sunlight.
And when you breathe the smell in this house, understand that everything is happy. You can sling the apartment, "Chanel", but you can't fake it.
Happiness is like a Firefly floating in the air. And manifests itself everywhere. Gestures, smiles, looks, touches...