Book: Doll

"What are comments? - read on the face of the dandy, when he filled a third Cup. I have no comment. Lady wants vodka. Common. And only the ignorant or, say, suicide risk..."

Beauty requires no explanation. Admiring and silent in a rag.

Don't sit down and play with fate. She always has three aces up my sleeve.

There is a disease that is not found in medical dictionaries is lack of publicity. This virus is democratic: he spares neither poor nor rich. Women, men, children - deprived of attention, they with the tenacity of an addict scream from any, more or less lofty place:
- We are here!
Thank us, ask for them. Even for something. Abrogate us. Listen. Sympathize. Damn. Praise. Shower abuse. Just don't pass it by.
Because we are here, and cost us a penny.

Good thing - the speed of nervous reactions. Useful. Slowly and in time, we win time. And what do we lose?
Life?
Wisdom?
Nothing?
But, hesitating, hesitation, and being late, we feel significant. Let the self-deception, but what a pleasant...

On Hissatsu all the passengers waiting for the start, free uveselenie in honor of birth of granddaughter from local verfiledatelo of bersal'. Six hours of songs, dances, comic skits, mind-bending inter-sponges, drinking on freebies and other violence over the free person - that, you know, too.

- My night making Googly - said the old woman in a mobcap, staring at the Board. You may think, there are her fate was decided. - I and so, and commercials, and it blows. And gases. I was getting too much to eat for dinner beef with beans. Young man, you have a good stomach?
- The best in the Galaxy - said Luciano in a tone that only the deaf would venture to ask him the following question. The brother of a heat exchanger. I have a bad character. And manners.
The old woman perked up.
- You have to make, "Maklik". It has a beneficial effect on the psyche. You're clearly a neurotic, will help you. I three times a day, take a "Imaklik Forte". If not swelled out, I'd slept like a baby. And so, she reluctantly sniffed, plunging a large drop, no good. I run to the bathroom, and it is, excuse me, as the door to the ass. You night go to the toilet? I mean, without a laxative?
Luciano took another SIP of brandy.
- Go. And night and morning. And in the afternoon. I shit half my life do not get out.

Manner of execution resembled brandy.
It hits, but fun - no.

- Borgotta! I don't know what you do!
"And if you don't know - told from afar, considered Maestro Carl, and there is nothing to be ruined. Go on, use your brain, find out and then yell at the door..."

This man, thought Luciano fate has deprived of expression. A passionate nature and a passionate, suffering, or adoring, he absolutely did not know how to Express their feelings. What did, everything seemed artificial. Talent, love and sorrow in such a wrapper has assumed the form of bad plays, giving the Professor a disservice.

- Good morning. Yesterday you invited me to visit. I brazenly decided to take advantage of...
- Did the right thing. The audacity harmonizes the Universe.

There are things which it is better not to understand. There are things which better not to remember. And there are places where it is better not to come back. Life is simple, my friend. We always complicate things...

Each one has a picture of the world.
It consists of a thousand little things, a million of cake, handfuls of really important details and lots of stuff that deserves the garbage, but somehow hands do not reach. We write this pattern, adding a brushstroke here, a brushstroke there, we are building a more or less good, cozy Universe, and happy when someone from the outside confirms its accuracy, relevance and usefulness.
If the external disturbance, the word, fact, thing does not fit into the boundaries outlined carved frame, we are ready to fight against the aggressor to the bitter end. Stubborn inmates, we are likely to death will score a liberator, than leave the camera, where he spent so many happy years.
The air of freedom for us is excruciating.

Women stare at their men, left alone with them. Older, bald, funny men, often still not clear about the definition that they - their.
You see, seeing bald.
Not noticing the age.
Drawing the comic in majestic.