Book: Videoты, or The Chicks. Two years later. Page 2

Steal of mediocrity, genius borrows.

Why? For what? Why can't you be a man and just tell me that you love me no longer? Why do you have to destroy me?

- Someday you'll understand what a loss!
Loss is certainly you, right?
- Someday you'll understand! - she gasps.
- And you, I hope someday you'll understand that the end of history is the end of the story. What to speculate on suicide low, and look for love where it never was, is stupid.

Modern cosmetic industry has advanced so far that weeping women are more likely to arise the eye than the ink flow.

It is difficult to remain a gentleman after half a bottle of whiskey.

- You waiting for someone?
- All my life waiting for someone...

And when you are on a program about prostitutes worked, didn't think that gave you a Gucci bag with legalized payment for sex? Thought?

Happiness - is when you always want to kiss in the Elevator. When did you first do not want to do it in the Elevator - then happiness is over.

You too much anywhere, and you this is not enough.

There lived a lonely boy and a lonely girl. One day they met and lived happily ever after - two days. And died in one day from boredom. Because I could not believe that all this love and all this happiness is real.

I feel sorry for us because we have forgotten how to trust others. Killed that feeling in years. Squandered it, smeared on the walls unfinished glasses, drowned in whiskey. We we no longer believe we can be sincere.

Why is it that truth is the only version that nobody ever believes?

I'm not a hero. I am a victim of this city, man. I buy sneakers, cars, new teeth, expensive alcohol, rented an expensive apartment. All this from a desire to conform to society. To fit into the circle, to outline, to make it clear. I buy things that... eventually bought me. All my underground ends where it starts a new contract. I'm happy to sell.

Hate it, hate it...