Book: Payroll. Gong and bowl

Somehow today is not specified, - complained to me Zimin.

And about how husbands to mistresses go, I will not tell. One and all collected from the old and hateful wives to leave, these girls say that right tomorrow, that's when the son of a school graduate... have Not heard that someone left, and he had ever seen. They wait, and we're lying to them... And a coward. Well and how differently that? Yes, the wife is not the same sweet and kind girl that once was, and her character fantastically spoiled, and to see her regularly any forces there, and weighs twice as much, and she's shouting at you constantly. And this and chest upright, and in her mouth she looks to you again with you again man, but... to go this way? Mortgage, morning sickness, milk in hand, the ninth tooth with a temperature under forty... no, no, No, I don't want it! Without me.

And it's not that you love her or not love, anyway - what is love? All men know perfectly well that there is no love in this world in the twenty-first century, and perhaps earlier was not, well, so - no, that's all. There is comfort, habit, proximity, cohabitation, lust, where without him, well, the leader of the list - business partnership. No, the words remained, without them all, without them, the woman will not be able to convince myself that she needed this man, and a man without these words will not be able to get it. These strange women, they still reason, still cling to the words and rotten pot called "love". But why "reason"? It is clear why. They, too, know that it is not love this, but it is more convenient and more comfortable to think that it is, because it's so much easier to explain to herself why she is living with the drunk and a loser than to admit that in actual fact she is driven by fear of loneliness, and loneliness is just that unbearable for women. And don't believe the authors of the novels, singing a lonely and independent woman, they are lying, and shamelessly. Independent is easy, but lonely and happy? Nonsense. No, gentlemen, men, it's fear. But when you reach the edge, when all the trouble women know this fear to drive inside and go forward, risking everything. And we? But we prefer to live with our fear in relationships with the opposite sex, we agree with him. He is not only them, but us. And our men, no less than their, female, and Vice versa, where more and more shameful.

- I do not know how. Well, that's not how dissatisfied he explained to me.
Bad. It is necessary to constantly learn marketable skills and skills - the admonitory I informed him. - Because knowledge is the true weapon of the proletariat. And much better and safer cobblestone, is also popular among the people weapons.
- Who? - interested Danut. - What is the proletariat? You don't explain in more detail?
Stop! Not only had enough to equip these'eros Marxist-Leninist theory, they're instantly a socialist revolution zababahayut, in particular jungle.

Never saw any Kingdom to have sought the war, and to him unnecessary, - echoed down next to him, the grey-haired warrior with the florid name of Contenido. Like he should be in the toilets flushing, that did not hurt his people, and then a normal ruler to put on the throne.

Don't be silly, as foolish words - this is what then very expensive, - patted me on the shoulder brother legal.

There is justice in the world, - I smiled. - If not everywhere, not all, not always - but it's there.

Even against their will and contrary to the reason I admired this woman. She was completely natural in all its manifestations, and I really liked him too. And she saw it because apparently, for such have long been accustomed. In this case, my instinct was just screaming about the danger, because passion like this woman is the right way to the churchyard, near the family mausoleum, on the subject of subburials. Or to the house of mourning.

But this woman seems to swallow me and not even notice. And all this is not very good, of course. That to me from it it is necessary nothing - it is clear and crystal. I haven't finally gone crazy. But it is extremely clear that she wants something from me. And while I do not understand, what, is it to torment me, like the eagle to Prometheus's liver.

I got the phone and dialed Wailevu.
- Dear sir, - has informed me she is welcome. - If you called to tell me that tomorrow is canceled, I will curse you, and then rush down from his ninth floor, like towers in the sea. And my disembodied Ghost will appear to you every night, waving a finger in front of your nose and dreary hiss.
On the contrary, my lovely lady. - I supported her facetious tone. - I called you, in order to ensure that our tomorrow's meeting will be held, for it is only waiting for her, her one, I live all those long days and those terrifying, empty and filled with boredom night.

... the most terrible enemy of those that can be, is a young idealist. <...> The young idealists - it is always very scary. Yes to be honest to say, any idealists - it's scary. These crazy people believe in the triumph of reason, in unselfishness and in the ultimate victory of good as on the territory entrusted to them, and around the world. And it's very hard to argue - they immediately called the disputants did not understand at the bottom of this old man, referring to what is now a different time, and somehow believe that they these become. And they sure know how to make it right, and don't listen to anyone who does not share their beliefs.

Women are easier in this regard, they are born with more organized, well at least most of them, and then they limit freedom are simpler and wiser, they know how and in the pros to see and incredibly cleverly finding ways around any restrictions, in contrast to the straightforward and straight men, most of them coming through. But to understand that women actually going on in my head, I do not want any man - some things are better not to know... And as a result men remain only three places where they can safely spend at least some time to themselves, away from the endless obligations. This garage is a temple of reflection with white other in the center and, strange as it may sound, online game.

All of us in my real life from the very beginning to the very end for something so tied. School, army, work, family, mortgage... There is this list the end. As soon as you began to walk and talk all over your will when you could bat your eyes and pretend that do not understand. And from now on, you also sit on the carousel called "You should". And with every passing year you have more and more. <...> Must, must, must... You have everything and always. No, from time to time someone have something for you, but still you all more. Unmarried men - a little less than married, but before the end of duty to society and family and they can not get away.

Room was small, dark and uncomfortable, smelled of dust and time. What it means: "Smell of time"? Everything has its own smell, and to me it smells like one of those old books which stood on a shelf, and when the grandfather, and the father, and you they still remember the boy who was reading them and sincerely believed that all the villains will be punished, all our live, captain blood really marries Arabella, and be happy, the submarine "pioneer" actually existed, and dick Sand was the best captain in the world. And all will end well.