Book: False mirrors

So... we succeeded, but we are glad we...

And in this moment, Pat a volley. The impact is too strong, it knocks them up and LOBs back to the booth of the Elevator. But the battlefield is ours. <...>
- Pat! Genghis pulls the boy from the cabin. The struggling painfully out turning his head, but the weapons are not released. - Let!
- Am I a bad shot? - outraged Pat.
- Well, - says Chingiz, but the rocket still wins. - You're strong, you very strong. Only easy.

... For small games with false credit cards won't kill you, of course. But sooner or later you'll want these feats... and get a bullet from the depths.
- You're my avenger... - muttered Pat.
- I would prefer not to retaliate, with sudden tenderness, said Chingiz. I don't like to go to the cemetery and put flowers on the graves.

Crazy, completely stunned, looking around, assessing the size of damage. Above the stone mound is mushroom-shaped cloud of dust.
And the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth... - said Nick, taking a breath. And they ceased to build the city and the tower...
Not only me have such associations...
- Why you can never make everything is clean, quiet and tidy?! with pain in his voice asks me crazy.
- Nature... - I'm trying to make excuses.

I'm not a night owl, I said. - Not an owl and not a morning person. Such animals and not find how I sleep.

- A hot wind on his cheek, the taste of strawberries on your lips, the stars in the sky, the touch of warm water... in the Summer... It goes so fast, no time to shout "wait!" And I think for a long time it seems that it's still here. In the fingertips is the memory, the memory of summer. A shiver, a spasm, his head outstretched toward the rain, quiet laughter and the occasional smile - summer... still summer. You say that it's already gone, but you are looking for traces of it, running late, no time... But still summer. And you go on his fading footsteps... two hours in the car, three hours by plane, a little walk we go! I don't know where. Come. All for the summer. Small-premalekha. Timid piece of the stragglers of the summer. That's all it takes, otherwise you'll die from the heat... in the Summer...
- Genghis... - I said softly. He had not heard. He caught up with her summer.
- Give me my piece of the summer... And he is with me. Forever. My summer. What was, what is, what will be. Summer forever! I remember how it goes. As the yellow sun melts into the crimson sunset. As the wind begins to smell like snow. I smiled to the wind. I asked him: "Wait!" Slightly! Leave me a little bit of summer! And the wind saw people like me, not once. While it was warm - he did not argue with me. But it was cold, and the wind whispered, "Summer is over". I have believed not at once. But the summer was over. The rain has gone. Cold, dull, gray. <...>
Behind our backs he heard a whimper. I turned around.
Bitch stood against the wall and wiped the tears dirty handkerchief.
- Genghis... He pipe and blew his nose. - Genghis, sing once more about summer? Huh? I do not remember everything. Whatever... "raspberry mouth", "I will long drive a Bicycle"...
- You're a heartless bastard, snarled Genghis. - Heartless and unromantic.
- I? I'm a step down. But you already smoked. But I'll forgive you, Genghis. You only have about summer... Listen, about the spring of the same?
- I can't. Spring is between winter and summer, it is not self-sufficient.

- That I can hide forever, ' says a Dark Diver. - Unlike you.
Smiling, looking at him. Evil is afraid of a smile more than a cross and Holy water. All the meanness done with a serious face. All the filth comes from the fact that someone was scared of a smile. No matter his or someone else's.

The observation of other people's nonsense - the everlasting free enjoyment.

For each limit there is a chaos...

Who ate from my Cup, who was sitting in my chair who formatnul screw my...

No, not Fig leaves used by Adam and eve to cover their shame from God. Made myself the baton, and once the shame is gone.

Yes you scream, if the programmer in the form of a calculator...

- You look... - said Vika.
- Yes, but I don't like it.

- I let someone drag...
I'm sorry, I'm used to be killed by his own stupidity.