Book: Sage. The end of the road

When a person has troubles, he can talk about them for a long time. When he's good to talk like and about.

Politeness is when you talk to people, so that none of them wanted to kill you.

Every woman is a witch by nature. What I want, with the men and doing.

- You must stop the arch, stop in the name of freedom of all mankind, in the name of Goodness, in the name of justice and happiness.
- Just do not about freedom, happiness and justice! - threw up his hands Oleg. - I'm already sick of this verbiage! Anyone who wants to make me look like an idiot, begins to jerk me around with this. Let's just say, Rajat: "My selfish interests require so and this."

I understand you, sage Oleg. You used to fight for someone else's peace, and your soul suffers when you have to throw into the meat grinder of those you used to save. Well, try to make sure that they are killed less. But those who got in the way of flow, can not float among storm waves. The secret is that people must always guard their honor, dignity. Must always be ready to fight, to pain, to fear, to overcome, to swim, to get to the ridge. Or die. But to die with honor, not stinking years later moldy stuff out of the flooded burrows. And think about the meaning of the thread... don't worry about what you cannot change. You need to keep your rod to yourself in the changing world. And you, and every one of them. Believe me, they will remember these days as the happiest in his life.

Imagine a little alien. A mouse, which washed away the stormy flow - graciously nodded the Governor. - Mouse can give, to sink, to be broken on the rocks. Or maybe determined to fight and swim to the crest of the flood, to rush forward at his height. The mouse will never be able to stop the flow. Do you understand me, priest? All these people here because I needed their lives. They could be holed up in their towns and die quietly there, fighting for the right to betray me, or with me to battle and battle, earning honor and glory. They couldn't have one, outsider. To sit on the sidelines. When there is a flow, it fills his mouse hole. Without joy, without anger. Fills and all. Because of this thread.

Justice, freedom, happiness - is, of course, great. But it turns out that these sacred words usually claim as their goal most infamous, the most notorious scum.