Book: East of Eden

Kayla's voice was dull, uncaring.
- I can't stand. Never stand. Must stop... I must...
Whether violently grabbed his arm.
- Puppy! You fucking coward!.. Look around you. How wonderful in life, and you... try it, zaiknis again... what makes you think that your grief is deeper than mine?

No one has the right to deprive the person of any, the smallest particle of what he is supposed to land. Life and death is our common destiny. Everyone has to bear his pain.

- I see you and the other became. All grown up. Has anything happened?
- Occurred. I Aronova letters burned.
- Did he hurt you?
- No. Just not myself I was last time. I have worked from the beginning to prove to him that I'm not perfect.
Now you don't have to prove anything to anyone enough to be myself. And that you feel better. Am I right?

You know, "he began," I'm not so much wanted in life. In his youth accustomed himself to the idea that much I don't need. From the desires of the continuous disappointment.

Earthly wealth and accumulate at the poor in spirit, those who are deprived of the true interests and joys of life.

Fear gradually passed, giving way to the offense - it's probably annoyed a Fox on his trapped paw. And suddenly, Cale jumped to his feet. Just a second ago he did not dare to move, and up jumped and shouted, too, quite unexpectedly.
- Come on, fight, fight! I'm not afraid!
His cry also vanished in silence. Adam slowly raised his head. Will not believe, how many of those who never like to be looked in the eyes of his father, and Cale was one of them. Iris Adam was light blue with dark rays going off into the abyss of the pupil. And somewhere, deep in his father's pupils Cale suddenly saw his reflection, as if out watched him two Kayla.
- So, I blame myself... - he said slowly Adam.

An amazing achievement of humanity: the ability to look at the evidence and not to believe their eyes.

- To write though us you?
I don't know yet. You need to think. They say that a clean wound heals faster. For me the saddest thing is to communicate by mail. When the proximity is kept as one with glue on the stamp. If you do not see the person can not hear or touched - it is still there.

I hope I'm not that shallow nature to rejoice when you miss me.

Why I can't get out of the gray bag of his misery?

In the morning, light as air, this morning it's a sin to sleep in.

... Dessi saw the silver dawn. She breathed in the fresh wind of the morning, stirring the curtains, bringing aromas of herbs, roots, damp earth. Then in the morning the parade included sounds: quarrel of sparrows; the lowing of the cows, monotone scolding of a hungry calf, things, like, poke like crazy; willfully excited scream blue jays; Storozki brief cry of quail and the quiet response of quail from somewhere nearby, the tall grass; clucking over the demolished egg for the whole poultry yard. And there are heard the cries of the protesters pretended to be red in four pounds overweight, Rhode island chicken: "Help! Walk all over me!" but she could strike dead skinny cock-rapist one stroke of the wing.

And, in my opinion, women's power is stronger than male, especially when in the heart of the woman love. A loving woman is almost indestructible.

But I was smitten with love for the shining miracle - the human soul. She is beautiful, the only thing in the Universe. She Vecherinka, but indestructible, because "you can dominate".