Book: Bolnoy

To return to the lives of people can only be God, but God is busy.

With age people don't stop to play, just toys are becoming more expensive and more dangerous.

You are no more, and I remained here. I will heal, and I'll forever suffer from guilt and fear. I will live forever! And the worst thing for me is the punishment - to live without you.

If you drink brandy with coke and supanut in a glass still and a pinch of coffee, you can hold out until morning. If you do not sleep two nights, the dreams will not...

I had women before you? How many of them I loved? How many times after sex I was laying on someone else's warm body and the thought of you not knowing who you are? How many times have I suddenly got up, dressed and went into the night, ostavlyaya cry me a loving fool, which suddenly decided to give me the qualities of his ideal and to believe that I am He. And I never was. It was repeated again and again.

What happened to us? We found each other, but didn't want to lie to myself, pretending to grimace and flirt. Gave himself to the waves and swam... And all around us - the whole world with the lights of cars and shop Windows. Where love is sold. Where pain is sold. Where the fed pays money for the right to feel above the hungry. Where to bargain the most expensive, where everyone is running from everyone. Where feelings... real, honest and those that are not available to jackets and shaved heads, pimply teenagers and dormivi fat ass office girls, finishing the day in the TV series "Sex in the city". They are willing to give all in order to experience true feelings! And what could be stronger than love and pain.

You were wiser than me, and stupid, which you eventually did, turned into the greatest wisdom...

So simple and so easy...

The phone has not the key and the lock. Huge barn phone that does not break down. He will not give in. Big, old, plastic, red phone. He doesn't call. She hasn't called me. You don't call. And outside the window again rain. You can also go crazy! You were not crazy all these years? How many times have you looked at your wrists, studying them with a surgical interest. How many times have I poured into the palm of a handful of tranquilizers, which can not only give a healthy sleep without dreams, but the darkness without rain? I ***alsya to think about it. I called you myself.

Sipping the "heel" and blowing wisps of smoke at the ceiling, I watched you try on all the new clothes... You change. Do you imagine where you could go and what kind of reaction would cause your appearance in it... it was easy for Me to guess your thoughts when you stood before the mirror and stared thoughtfully at his reflection.

When our wounds heal, your steps became the music, your voice seemed to me song. We walked along the Nevsky, holding hands, and it was our challenge. We were not afraid to reprove the world of ugliness, was not afraid to give him a slap in its appearance, its brightness and unpredictability. And it was possible for us.

We were spending the money as they wanted. You bought so immodest clothes that passers-by turned around, and I wanted to fight with each of them only for some hungry eyes in your direction. What were the views!..

- We have nothing to fear. The worst thing with us is wrong...
What happened to us? We met each other in a world where pain is only one of many components of life.

All you have is him. But where is he? It is not.