Book: Black Obelisk. Page 3

Why whenever you want something to own it, you kill it as soon as received?

- Oh, Rudolph! You hear so little! she says with gentle reproach. Exactly your ears are overgrown with thick bushes. And then all this noise is because I don't hear nothing.
- I make noise? How?
- Not words. But in General, you're awfully noisy, Rudolph. Sometimes your company is difficult to bear. You're more noisy than hydrangeas when they are thirsty, but these plants are krikuni.
- In what way am I noisy?
- All. Your desires. Your discontent. Your vanity. Your indecision...

She shivers, looks at me and cuddles up to me, and I hug her, we hug each other - two strangers who know nothing about each other and embraced because they do not understand each other, and one sees in the other not for who he really is; and yet they derive consolation even from this misunderstanding, double, triple, endless; and yet this is the only that, like the rainbow, seems to be a bridge there where no bridge can not be where there is only a reflection of each other two mirrors, repetitive and going in the emptiness all the more backing given.

We know that in life you must know, ' answered Hungerman. And usually this knowledge is not what we are taught in schools and different boards.

I again feel in which alone she lives, fearlessly, face to face with the threatening ghosts, the power of which it is given, without shelter, without rest and calm, windswept soul, without support, without complaint and without the self-pity. You are sweet and fearless, you are my favorite, I think, as an arrow, consistently and directly fixed to the bottom of things, you may not be able to reach her, even if mistaken. But who does not err? And is almost all we have not renounced any search? Where does delusion, stupidity, cowardice and where the wisdom, of the highest courage?

There are many degrees of abandonment and loneliness - and every painful, and many of them equal death.

Tolerance, I say. - Respect for the other. Understanding the other. Let everyone lives in their own way. But tolerance in our beloved Fatherland sounds like a word in a foreign language.

Don't you know that every generalization is a sign of carelessness?

The difficulty is that I can't have it both ways - gloomy he said. - Heavenly love and earthly love. Love now becomes soft, loyal, full of sacrifice and kindness. And at the same time and libido becomes soft, home. On Saturdays, you know, to be able on Sunday to get some sleep. But I have a feeling that would be the only attraction of sex, without other things to sink my teeth into.

Henry Kroll belongs to that breed of people who never doubt the rightness of their views - this makes them not only boring, but dangerous. Among them is the brazen-faced mass in our beloved Fatherland, which again and again drive to war.

- Why are you silent? - asked Isabella.
I shrug my shoulders.
- Sometimes it is hard to say something, Isabella. And to give freedom too hard.
- To whom give freedom?
Myself. Much in us resists this.
- A knife cannot cut itself, Rudolf. Why are you afraid of?
- I don't know, Isabella.
- Don't wait too long, love, before it's too late. The words need...

We probably all I'm afraid to say big words. With their help, people are so unbearably much lied. Maybe we are afraid of our feelings. We already don't trust them.

How can you marry a woman that at any moment General scream at you? Because every time you get scared, when suddenly she barked at me - so it is clear that we, the Germans, in the blood. No, if ever I marry, then relaxed a little plump, excellent kulinarka.

- Wealth and honesty be joined, baby! In our days there! Probably before too never.
- In the extreme case, if received an inheritance or won the main prize.
And in this case - no. Money spoils the character, except you don't know it yet?
- I know. But then why did you give them such importance?
- Because the character for me does not matter - chirp rené de La Tour Cutesy, starodavni voice. I love comfort and security.