Book: Scarlet sails

These two hours he didn't notice as they were all in the same inner music that never leaves his consciousness, as the pulse leaves the arteries. He thought of one, wanted one, wanted to one. A man of action, he mentally ahead of the events, regretting only that they could not be manipulated as quickly and easily as swords. Nothing in his calm appearance is not talked about that tension of feeling, the roar of which, like the roar of a huge bell, beating over the head, raced around him deafening a nervous groan.

Loneliness alone sometimes immensely weighed it, but it had already formed the inner crease of diffidence, the pained wrinkle to make and not to recovery. Over her laughed, saying, "She's nuts", "not in itself"; she was used to this pain; the girl was even to endure the abuse, and then her chest ached, as from a blow.

He thought, but without participation of the will; in this state the thought, absently holding his surroundings, vaguely sees him; she's racing like a horse in close to the crowd, squashing, pushing and stopping; emptiness, confusion and delay alternately accompany her. She roams in the soul of things; from bright excitement hurry to the secret hints; spinning on the ground and the sky, the vital talks with imaginary persons, quenches and beautifies memories. Cloud movement all snappy and convex, and I want to write as nonsense. And smiles frequently relax the mind, seeing, for example, in thinking about the fate of the suddenly favor the a most inopportune: a twig, broken two years ago. Thought bonfire of grey, but was "somewhere else" - not here.

I actually didn't need to ask your name. Well, it's so strange, so monotonous, musical, like the whistle of arrows or the noise of a seashell; what would I do call you one of those sweet, but unbearably familiar names that alien a Great Suspense? Moreover, I do not want to know who you are, who your parents are and how you live. Something to break the spell? I was sitting here on this rock, a comparative study of Finnish and Japanese subjects... when suddenly the stream splashed the boat, and then you came along... Such as it is. I'm honey, a poet at heart - though I've never written anything.

In this respect Assol was still the little girl who prayed in their own way, friendly babbling in the morning: - "Hello, God!" and in the evening: - "goodbye, God!".
In her opinion, such a short acquaintance with God was quite sufficient to ward off any disaster. She were in his position: God was always busy with the Affairs of millions of people, so to the everyday shadows of life should, in its opinion, to treat with the delicate patience of the guest who, finding the house full of people, waiting for solupotasse host, huddling and eating on the circumstances.

Many words in different languages and different dialects, but all of them, even remotely, will not give what they said in this day to each other.

The mood was off-duty, shot down - under the sign of love.

Tobacco is scared of the mighty; like oil spilled into the gap jumping waves, restrains their fury, and tobacco: softening the irritation of the senses, it brings them a few notes below; they sound smoother and more musical.

It is as if someone had called, but he forgot who and where.

This day had begun in a black shroud.

Let peace be your fluffy head!

He acted differently than they did - received is impressive, and it is not clear that put themselves above others, in short, did something not to forgive.

During the day a person hears so many thoughts, impressions, speeches and words that together they would one thick book.

- ... when you got married?
- I caught her by the skirt when she wanted to jump out the window.