Book: Road to the White Coast. Page 1

Grandfather, and if, for example, a person does not remember what happened to him, then, it turns out, he lives like a fish in the world - without a past?

I have no time to be perverted here with you in intellectual communication.

“I know, I know,” said the aunt. - But who are you, Rudolfich, brainwashing something ?! The working class - he is either at work or resting for three.

- Especially in the war. Cowards start a war: they are afraid to live next to the strong, and the weak want to take away all the wealth for themselves. So they start shooting and killing.

Don't tell the first person you meet your real name. For an empty conversation and a nickname is enough.

My life passed without any stop and left no trace, as if it never existed. Various states and people took it to themselves. All I have left is my childhood and youth.

- Who asked us? Corey replied.

- Umotal, balabol. Here he tore his throat at rallies, now he is campaigning for some local party there. And what should I do there? Tell me. Sit and wait for death?! I'll be there, like a brainless earthworm, dry out of hopelessness.

- And then. Then they sort of diverge. They grow openly, and keep away from the trunks, bend. If they absolutely dislike each other, then one blooms, grows stronger, and the other withers, ends. They argue about who is stronger, and one will take all the juice from the earth for himself, while the other will not get it. This is how you walk, it used to be, through the taiga, and the trees are poor for you, crying at their fate, just like people.

A person does not have such a mind to even control a simple spider.

- Where did you intend to leave? From the people? And is it far? To Spiridonovna clean the pigsty from shit? So this is not a servant, but a slavery.

- A name, Zina, a person earns for himself all his life. Yes, not everyone succeeds. To whom and nicknames are enough.

- I saw, - the grandfather sighed. - We both saw. She deprived him of the sky, and me of the earth.