Book: The three Musketeers

The world is a tomb and nothing more.

D'artagnan obeyed like a child, without resistance, without a single objection, and this proves that he really was in love.

I respect old age, but not boiled and not fried.

Finally, his integrity was impeccable, and this is the age when the military is so easily entered into the deal with faith and consciences, lovers with harsh delicacy peculiar to our time, and the poor - with the seventh commandment of the Lord. In short, Athos was a man of very extraordinary.

But Aramis, though it might seem that he has no secrets, was all shrouded in mystery. Sparingly asked questions on the other, he carefully avoided all belonged to him.

Porthos, as we have learned, was the direct opposite of Athos: he not only talked a lot, but talking loudly. It is necessary, however, to give him justice: he did not care, listen to him or not. He was talking for your own pleasure, for fun, listen to yourself. He spoke strongly about everything, with the exception of science, referring to the deep disgust that, in his words, he was inspired from childhood by scientists.

This worthy gentleman is, of course, we mean the Atos - have been very quiet. For the past five or six years he lived in close friendship with Porthos and Aramis. During this time the friends had seen on his face a smile, but never heard him laugh. His words were brief and expressive, he always spoke what he wanted to say, and nothing more: no embellishment, patterns and beauty. He spoke only on the essential, without touching details.

... the Duke from time to time glanced at the young man, as if not believing that such foresight, such courage and devotion can be combined with the appearance of the young man who was hardly twenty years old.

The tinge of mystery enveloping Athos, made even more interesting this person, which even in moments of complete intoxication never gave no eyes, no tongue, despite all the delicacy to ask him questions.

During the crossing, my lady managed to untangle the rope used to tie her legs; when the boat reached the shore, Milady slight movement jumped to the ground and began to run.
But the ground was wet; standing on the slope, my lady slipped and fell on his knees.
A superstitious thought struck her: she decided that the sky refuses to help her, and froze in the position in which it was, his head bowed and hands folded.

- ... Beware all: friend, brother, lover... Especially a lover.
D'artagnan blushed.
- Mistress?.. - he repeated mechanically. - And why, indeed, should I fear mistress more than anybody else?
- Because the mistress is one of the favorite means of the cardinal, the most rapidly acting of all: a woman will sell you for ten pistoles.

Cnetasia her new passion made her life more like those clouds which float in the sky, reflecting the blue of the flame, the darkness of the storm, and left in the ground only a trail of devastation and death.

D'artagnan looked alternately at the two women and was forced to admit that, creating them, nature made a mistake: noble lady she gave a low and corrupt the soul, and the soubrette, the heart of the Duchess.

It was all Chimera and illusion, but it is for true love, for true jealousy, there is a different reality except illusions and chimeras!