Book: Valley of conscience

There's nothing worse - to bind, fuse, and then attached again. It's painful. This is almost certainly deadly...

Only the one who is kind, brave, knows how to sympathize with...

- Freedom, - said the policeman in camouflage, with rubber truncheon in his belt, is always alone. The more perfect the freedom, the solitude is complete.
What? - he was surprised.
- I say this to the fact that any affection is the first step to slavery - willingly explained the policeman, leaving his post near the exchange kiosk and closer.
- Hardly, - he said hesitantly.
- Yes, - for the sake of the credibility of the police officer touched the handcuffs dangling on his belt next to the club. - So. Even if it is an attachment to household Slippers. Or to a single class of cigarettes. Or to the country. Especially to country.
I don't smoke, ' he said. And I have no Slippers.
- So you are very lonely, said police. - I envy you.

I dreamed that the sun was sold into slavery
A large sunflower on the road
The sun is now forever unfree
And keeps your way, in obedience to the opinion
The blind sunflowers face
And if they lie above the world of clouds
And the sun will not be able to find holes,
To see the face of the Lord,
Black, crowned with red leaves -
The sun will die.

Man, I can't be with you.
More than anything I want to be with you. But I can't! It would be despicable, you know.
I - like sulfuric acid, love bird, small bird with black, watchful eyes.

I assign you.
I was given...
As the river - dragonflies
As summer - the child in the sandbox,
As the order - the great battle
As a feather on poplar - city...
Don't be scared.
I just air,
You breathe.

It turns out that you can not only talk through his teeth - some people manage through his teeth to think...

For euphoric bursts should pay a feeling of utter vacuum at heart.

All the boys who are brought up mom, grow up like girls.