Book: The head of my father (collection). Page 1

I guess this is love when you are proud of the man that go under the arm. And next rides on the iron bike, little boy - the product of love, irrefutable proof of the fact.

Did the lion, wounded, crying in front of everyone?

The most important life decisions we have to make at the time of our spring.

To marry - this is not the car without permission to take.

He hated socialism as well as fascism as would hate any other system, where people lose their individual qualities, mixed together, RUB in the ointment. And that's because people are intimidated, crushed, extracted and emulsified, they are turned into faceless component parts, in an unmarked ingredients.

It is necessary because once someone to fall in love!

...Patients with yellow faces stopped to knock them into the house in the evenings. Old Gomarteli explained it simply - in a war people do not get sick, they die.

War shot people out of chairs, out of the infantile dreams of the princesses, threw the iron bike, pulled it out from under the orange trees and thrown under tanks, set up under bullets and went to kill.

Declare war idiots. Homo idiots.

In every family there is always one fool who says out loud what others whisper.

A beautiful woman you know even from the back.

- And what were you in for? asked Archil.
- I? - surprised the old man. - I - all. Then planted for what was against it for what was behind.

Monuments, as humans, lived as much as the lived memory of them.

In Kutaisi neither Nadia nor Tbilisi have Oliko prohibition was not imposed. But toast for Gorbachev did not drink. Tired. Chiefs changed, and the life - no.