Book: Old age - the ignorance of God

At my age you can be a lover home closet.

Everyone who loved me, not liked me. And whom I loved - didn't love me. Who would know my loneliness...

In the city are not, and more I wonder what to do is shameful.

In the theater of unprecedented power is a mess, a shame even in his old age to appear.

If I kept a diary, I would every day wrote down one sentence: "What the gloom". And that's all.

Actors at the meeting of the troupe discussing a comrade who was accused of homosexuality. Sound performances:
- A corruption of youth...
Is a crime...
"My God," does not stand up Ranevskaya, - poor country, where a person may not dispose of his ass.

I often think about what people looking for and eager for glory, don't understand that the so-called glory that breeds the loneliness that never knows every worker in the theatre. This comes from the fact that a man, recognised, believe happy, satisfied, and in fact the opposite.

Sent to read two pieces. One was called "Addition" and the other "Where the militia looks?". Then there was the explanation from the author, and, after hearing me, he said sadly: "I see that humor is not available to you".

Books should be written by writers, thinkers or gossip.

I saw Sparrow clearly said something biting to the other, tiny and frail, and as a result poked his beak in the head. Like all other people.