Book: Payroll. Indulgence

No man dictates to the crown, and she subdues him. Power is jealous, she doesn't want the competition. There is only she and the person who has it, all others are superfluous.

The name we - are Legion. We live by habit, we die young and old people will be forgotten to the nearest Sunday, since a morning hangover after Friday's binge will squeeze us from the memory of all the friends. Friends, because the friends we have. Friends in our time are a luxury, they need to spend time, that we are always enough. All that will remain of us are social media sites. They are our marker.

- Go to work! blushing, growled Vic. - By the way, the working day started long ago. And hands fu from my property!
- Serfdom was abolished in 1861 - he Shelestova chirped in my ear. - We since all of its own. Yes, Khariton Yu?

I've seen what happens when people get too much freedom, slowly said Valerius. And saw what happens when the power belongs to everyone. In this case it does not belong to anyone, its just not there. And when there is no power, there is no fear of punishment for their actions, and that's when the creepy begins. People understand that this is a time of permissiveness. This is worse than any tyranny.

One who is afraid - he will always betray you sooner or later.

Most expensive for the woman complete moment of weakness, Anna is very sad, - when tempted, and think that without these moments to live would be impossible, what were you expecting to pay for them do not mind any price. And then everything passes, everything is forgotten, and only retribution, which is stretched, sometimes for life.

"So," Vararg unclenched his fists and threw a palm to the table, what do you want for their services?
- Puppy, a sword and a drum! - I actively tapped eyelashes. And another five hundred a Popsicle!

How would say one of my friends about boring men, to the mind of which it is impossible to reach: "to Me it is easier to give than to explain why I don't want to do that."

Nostalgia - the scourge of the Russian people, we prefer to live with a memory of how good it was then, the anticipation of how it would be nice then. Dearer to us past present and future because the past was good, and in the future... Not a fact, not a fact. All too vague, too unstable, too unpredictable.

I don't want to know. There are things better not to know, and it's not the position of an ostrich with his head in the sand. Just in the world there are limits beyond which it is better not to look, because they live madness.

Moon - sun of the dead.

Drowning man and the Viper clutch.

They say women are unpredictable in their actions. Nonsense, just their actions can, if not predict, then predict. And if you really try, even to guide in the right direction is a gift or any promises. Unpredictable men, because no one will ever be able to predict how and where they will meet their death.

Just life is like a rope, you know? So, sometimes, sbivaetsya - whether in a whip turn, whether in stairway to heaven, or even in the loop.