Book: Magical clouds

I'm fed up with playing multiple roles: nurse, scout and grekhovodnik.

I don't know why this giant of Comedy, which is human life, I can't play his own.

What other nonsense can we expect from destiny? That means everything we do is trying to do? One day I'm nothing. You know - nothing. I will tear off from the earth, I lose her and she will spin without me. What a nightmare!

She leaned against the wall, suddenly relaxed and spoke so softly that he had low to her bow.
I don't believe in the nothingness of man. I can't stand this kind of philosophy. Hopeless people do not happen. I believe that everyone paints a picture of his life once and for all, with a steady hand, a broad, free strokes. I don't understand what is the dullness of existence. Boredom, love, sadness or laziness - all human to me filled with poetry. Well... well, I don't believe that we are a dark tribe. Rather, we have animals endowed with reason and a poetic soul.

I love it when you laugh.
- And I've often laughed?
- When?
She almost said "to Alan," but he restrained himself.
- Before my departure to new York.
- Yes, very often. You were very cheerful.
- Because I was twenty-two when we met?
- About what?
Now I'm twenty-seven. A lot has changed. Now I laugh less. Before I had to be closer to the people, now drink to forget about them. Isn't it funny?
"Not much," he growled.