Book: The story of a real man

How long sometimes stretches a minute!

Russian people on that are capable!

What is this love if she was afraid of the victims? No love and if there is, I believe, and not love it at all.

It's monstrous to laugh, when to cry, to comfort the other, when the tearing apart.

He rose from the snow, tightly clenched his teeth and went forward, defining ourselves small goals, focusing on them from pine to pine, from hemp to hemp, from snowdrift to snowdrift.

Two hopeless patients lying in the same ward. They were immobilized. One bed was turned toward the window, and the other to the wall. And every day the patient whose bed was turned to the window and told his friend in misfortune about what is happening outside the window. As the rain drips, what people go. The second patient was secretly jealous of him and one day when his comrade was sick, and he asked me to call for help, the second patient remained stubbornly silent. And the first died. When the deceased was removed from the ward and the nurse said that soon will arrive a new patient, a veteran asked him to shift on the bed, turned to the window. When he shifted, he saw that the window is visible, only the brick wall opposite the house... He felt insanely lonely and crying...