Book: Reserve. Page 4

His speech was akin to classical music, abstract painting or singing goldfinch. Emotions clearly prevailed over meaning.

Borka Borka sober and drunk people are so different that they don't even know each other...

In fact, I don't even know what love is. Criteria for missing completely. Unrequited love - that I can understand. But if everything is fine? Is in the sense of rules of a catch. And still worse - the chaos...

Do you seek justice? Calm down, this fruit doesn't grow here.

... I'm not afraid, because you have horns. And therefore, you are not a predator.

Life was spread around a vast minefield.

In a foreign language, we lose eighty percent of your personality. We lose the ability to joke, to be ironic. This one terrified me leads.

- Summers, - she said, - in the reserve is quite well paid.
Mitrofanov earns about two hundred rubles.
And this two hundred rubles more than it's worth.

You should try living a week without vodka, and intoxication dissipates. Life becomes relatively clear contours. Even troubles seem legitimate phenomenon.

- What attracted you to her? Michael Ivanovich pondered for a long time.
- Slept carefully, - he said softly, like a caterpillar...

- What's wrong with you? You red!
I assure you, this is just the outside. Inside, I'm a constitutional Democrat.

In a conversation with a woman there is one painful moment. You bring facts, arguments, arguments. You appeal to logic and common sense. And suddenly find that distasteful to her the sound of your voice...

Good to go when called. Awful when they're not. But best of all, when you call, and you're not.

The best way to overcome the inherent uncertainty is to stay as confident.