Book: The young guard

If you expect girls to come to you, you'll have a lonely old age!

No, we were not bored and sad,
We do not worry life path.
Change the unknown feelings
No, don't care about our Breasts
Run the rebel series
Happy youth summer
Dreams playful crowd
A filled heart.
We are alien to life the disgust
Alien cold anguish,
Barren youth doubts
And inner emptiness.
We deceive the world with joy,
And without fear we forward
The eyes of the flock, where is the top
Commune future calls.

But this happiness is to stand still, to retreat, to give life, trust me conscience, I would have thought for the happiness to give life, to give their lives for guys like you! - with the excitement of shaking it a light, dry body, said the major.

- I would still argue with you if I wasn't clear on this subject - someone to be arguing just useless and stupid, ' said Ivan with a smile. - You have to be an educated man, knows his business, hardworking, and if you also have a poetic talent, it will manifest itself.

Roofing Orlov and Ivan supported Volodya, and George lowered his blue shorts and pulled the bandage back. Seam festered and was in a disgusting state, and Volodya, making an effort not to wince in pain, very pale.
- Rubbish thing. Yes? said George frowning.
- Case no Wagner, ' agreed Ivan.

Perhaps, it was the largest that she could go in this conversation: to give finally clear to him that their relationship is not ordinary relations, that in this relationship a secret.

The woman was thirty years old, and she didn't know that this expression is a kind of regret and sadness that appeared in her face when she looked at the young man and the girl's expression that she was already thirty years old and that it may not be like those boy and girl.

Despite all that was happening around and in the whole world, a boy and a girl were declarations of love. They could not be explained, because they had to leave. But they declared their love, as explained only in youth, that is, spoke emphatically about everything except love.

- I have no card, ' she said in a whisper, - but if you're good, good look at me, she paused and stared him straight in the eyes her black eyes - you won't forget me...
He froze, only big eyes for some time sadly glowed in the dark.
- Yes, I will not forget you. Because you can not forget, ' he whispered
slightly heard. - Goodbye...

The idea that Kaydin said goodbye to her before his death and pierced his heart, Uli, and she flushed crimson with shame when I remembered what she told him. But the pure inner voice told her that she didn't say anything that would be hard to remember Caudino, when he meets the hour of his death.

Kaydin spoke to the Hive as carefully as if the light had in his hands, his face was hard to see in the dark, but it was serious and soft, and the eyes were not tired, they shone in the dark.

And whatever you do, think or say in this great stream of human misery - he joked whether they were pridumivali, fed kids, had fun, watered the horses at the rare wells, behind all this, and we should all invisibly stretched black shadow, approaching from behind, postersa wings already somewhere in the North and the South, spreading across the steppes even faster than this thread. And the feeling that they are forced to leave their native land, close people run into obscurity and that the force threw the black shadow, can overtake and crush them - the weight of lying on the heart of every.

You spent the war of the sons - if not you, another like you - other you will not wait forever, but if this Cup should pass from you, so it is not over another, the same as you. But if during the war, people have a piece of bread and there are clothes on the body, and if there are stacks on the field and run on the rails of trains, and cherry blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the flames raging in the blast furnace, and someone's invisible force raises the warrior from the ground or from the bed when he was sick or injured - all this has made mother's hands my my and it and it.

Mother, mother!.. Forgive me, because you're one, you're the only one in the world can forgive, put on the head hand as a child, and I'm sorry...