Book: Fathers and sons. Page 2

- Can't I love? - she murmured.
- Not hardly! Only I should not call it misfortune. On the contrary, that is rather unfortunate, with whom this thing happens.
- What happens?
- To love.
- How you know?
- Firsthand.

Still waters... you know! You say it's cold. In this-the taste is. Because you love ice cream?

I find that talking nicely is indecent.

Yeah! His milk got burned on someone else's water blows. We know it!

...anyway, the son of the father is not the judge, and especially me, and especially this father who, like you, never and in no way restricting my freedom.

Arkady possessed a joyful feeling. Sweet to fall asleep in my house, on the familiar bed, under the quilt worked favorite hands, perhaps the hands of nannies, those gentle, good and tireless hands.

It was a dream, isn't it? And who remembers dreams?

- I have brought you something you did not expect.
- You yourself brought; it is the best.

Look dry maple leaf has come off and is falling to earth; its motion is entirely similar to the flight of a butterfly. Is not it strange? The saddest and dead - similar to the most fun and alive.

What help, about and ashamed to speak.

- We'll meet again, right?
- As you command.
In this case, we'll see.

- People in General do not feel sorry about me even more so.

He was in the shower was delighted to offer his friend, but thought the tasks to hide his feeling. No wonder he was a nihilist!

She is the mother - well and law.