Book: Syndrome of loneliness

It is now fashionable to forty remain seventeen. The paradox of Eugene Aspen - poltos to him, and he is all boy in flares.

Coming to her apartment in Michurinsky, I feel like a spider - so I want to hide in the skirting Board.

Our existence is any pain. It's a clumsy word, which carries the sentiment, drugs and Tyrolean yodelling, and describes our relationship - not as a visit to the venereal diseases, and unpleasant, like a cut with a razor blade.

In Russia there is an annual one and a half million abortions. And nothing. "Lost one and a half million children's smiles," said someone. "One and a half million of future cirrhosis, addictions to food, suicidal tendencies", - corrected the cynical Montana. From his point of view, the birth of a child into this world would be a dubious service to the first and second. "The best thing you can do for your future children - said he, - don't do them at all".