Book: Masquerade. Page 2

- And you offer to teach me something?
- To teach? I? Deliver the gods. So you need to learn patience, which I do not possess. But I can let you learn from me.

I thought you hated those books.
- I don't like. They can look you straight in the eye and blatantly lie.

- Nice to see you kept your cool when that smart aleck demanded that you took off his hat.
- I didn't want to ruin his night. Tomorrow he will die.

Sometimes in life there comes a desperate moment when the wrong thing actually turns out to be the correct one.

The nanny OGG usually went to bed early. In the end, she was no longer young. So the other time went to sleep before dawn, five hours that way.

People who don't need anybody, need that the people around saw what they absolutely don't need anybody.

The one who creates happy endings, itself, as a rule, not participate in it

... And innocence only contributes to this loss of innocence..

Yes. All very carefully arranged. One big lie.
- Last night you said you understood.
- Well, Yes, there is a lie. Same lie as with masks.
And what lie is with the masks?
- I say masks hide people's faces.
- So what? Mask really hide the face!
- Not on the face, and the face. Only what is outside

Be here nanny OGG, she would comment as follows: neither the mad cackling Black Alice, not the night be aforementioned, no giggling crazed vampire, whose morals are worse than his pronunciation, nor accompanied by a spray of saliva laughter the most refined torturers of the wizard is not capable of as disturbed as only the merry laugh of mother vetrovec that are going to take the most good thing in his life.

- The fact that if you distinguish good from evil, you just can't choose evil. This will not work: choose evil and continue to live as if nothing had happened.

She was well versed in old money. Above them hovered a halo of sanctity - probably because people never parted with them for years. And she knew her new money made by upstarts, which in recent years in the city divorced invisible. But in a powdered breast Madame Zarinski beating heart of this ANC-mocarski shopkeeper that knows: the best money - those who are holding you and not someone else. The best money is my money, not yours. Besides, she was rather snobbish, and therefore confuse rudeness and a good education. Rich people are never crazy (they are eccentric), and similarly, they are not rough (they are honest and direct).

Of course, in some circumstances without such laughter, it is mad - a mandatory part of the witch professional equipment, - not enough. However, her laughter was absolutely crazy, the most that neither is the worst.

Some time was heard nothing but the howling wind and strange sounds - nanny OGG cutting bread. His performance is that its action could compete only with attempts to saw a circular saw sleep in a feather bed.