Book: The tale of Sonia

From the abundance of the heart, kiss your lips.

I - in life! - was not the first to leave. And in life - how long will I let God first will not go away. I just can't. I always look forward to another left, make another left because I was the first to go - easier to go through your own body.

And when I one day break: - Volodya, you really despise me for what... he, like the sky falling: - I - you - despise? It is also possible to despise - the sky over your head! But to end this forever: there are things that a man - a woman - can't understand. Even I in you. Not because it's below or above our understanding, is not the case, but because some things can only be understood from within itself, being. I woman can not be. And so, what little just is the male in me can't understand the little only-the female in you. My thousandth - thousandth of your part that you understand every woman, any, anything you do not understand.

Whatever the footwear remains on their feet.

Under such a glance could ripen peaches in your garden.

- What do You think, God forgive me - that I kissed so many?
- Do You think God thought?
- I - is also not considered.

Her eyes were too hot to let the tears to shed, they were immediately dried them. And because these beautiful eyes, always ready to cry, was not wet, on the contrary: shining tears, they radiated heat, showed himself to be an image, radiation of heat, not humidity, because for all his desire, she failed to shed a single tear.

Actually any woman (who is not a public figure) to call for the eye for the name - familiarity, abuse of absence, reduction, appeal it to the man, to call for eye - her childhood name - a sign of intimacy and tenderness, not able to hurt mother's feelings - even of the Empress.

There is love there is life. There is no love...

It's called sit in the clouds and rule the world.

... him entered happiness for the whole evening, the happiness of reliable and loyal, like a beloved book that does not even need light.