Book: Tomorrow was the war. Page 1

Something ruptured in her, some kind of string. And the pain of that broken string was all grown up and sad and hopeless. She was older than most of the Sparks, this new the pain.

No, the spark was afraid not of the funeral she was afraid of first date with death. Afraid of the moment when you see a dead Vic, I was afraid not to stand this, that fall or - even worse - to cry. To cry to cry, to howl, because this cry, this howling muffled tossed it all these days.

All in the past, because the past is firmly entrenched in their present.

The youth is always a struggle of desire with fear.

If you want to know the greatest happiness - to feel that love you. Not know, and feel, so what is the head? Here and throw out her stupidity and do your hair.

If you love and head don't lose, then, is not love and love will lose.

It was something going on, something new, a bit frightening, and the kiss was not the cause of this, and the multiplier mighty push has come in the movement of forces.

Art should come to the mind through the senses. It should disturb people, to make pain for others ' sorrows, love and hate. A troubled man inquisitive and curious: a state of peace and contentment breeds a laziness of the soul. That's why I appreciate Yesenin and Block, if you take the modern poets.

We didn't know what a feat it is necessary first to sow and grow. That he is maturing slowly, invisibly suffused with a force at once to explode a dazzling flame, flashes of which still Shine for a long time for future generations.

Only what will we tell his children?... - What we teach them then?
- Yes, what will we tell his children?... - Before attempting to educate, we must educate ourselves.

- This is a wonderful poem, sighed the spark. - I think, no, I'm confident that soon they will appreciate and Sergei Yesenin put up a monument.
- And what inscription would you have done on this monument?...
They held a contest, and Vic immediately recognized that the spark came out the winner, writing: "Thank you, a heart that beat for us." Only the words "fought for" they all got replaced by "rooting for".

To argue is not only possible, but necessary. The truth should not become a dogma, it is obliged all the time tested for strength and expediency.

I don't need no riches, but give me a good children.

Between you, yesterday and today is not just generation. We knew that there will be war, and they are convinced that it will not. And that's fine: they are free to us. It is a pity that this freedom sometimes turns into serenity...