Book: The head of my father (collection)

Now I know that childhood lasts a very long time. Then quickly life passes and begins to age. Old age is the time when I remember my childhood.

I think a real friendship between father and son begins when they can tell each other about their love.

"So you lived for one salary!" - this is not a joke from Soviet times, and it's a curse...

Usually women don't leave on my own body, as the singer throwing flowers. Alas.

...There is no greater happiness than to be a friend of his father.

Old age is when I look at myself happy and cry.

We all know that we will die where they live. My Motherland - The Soviet Union! In prison - you're in the camera or go, you're still sitting!

I still don't know what it is, the beauty of women. How to explain an unexplainable attraction, sexuality? Why still in school, even in kindergarten, we all fall for the same girl? It is often not the cutest, not the most intelligent, even stupid. And we - love! Why?

Her beauty is not laid out on eyes, Breasts, legs or open dress. All together, plus something unexplainable, like unspoken words. If we see only the tip of the iceberg, and the remaining eight parts are under water.

For me, a dictatorship is the mafia, and the person standing at the head, solves everything! Even the small group of people, the "cell of society", as they say, is based on this system, the main is everything! He gathers his people, getting rid of waste, he dictates, he leads. Where? Nowhere.
Country of disappointments.

..."Up there" did not know how the people "below" live. I do not see - or want to see? - that one salary is not live. The chiefs do not emerge from their offices, from personal vehicles, with cottages. Plane from each other quotes, and life goes on. Sort of item society in society without any connection with each other. My father brought a comparison that to me it is not easy to repeat.
"I have the impression, - he said - that the head detaches from the body."

Why do we humans always make-people - gods?

"Daddy," he said, ' I've decided: I want to be a female master!
The most important life decisions we have to make at the time of our spring.
"Where to start, thought the Archil, - how to explain? No female wizards, do not exist! Even those who think they know women, even those that think they know everything - know nothing! Every woman is unique! Every person is unique!"
"Yes," said best wishes, Achiko - I want to be a female hairdresser!

He died on impact, and turned into the living dead. After all, if nothing but death waiting for - is this life?