Book: So, my joy...

He never read anything and did not approve of those who read.

Well, if a guy with money wants a woman, a yacht, a lot of food and drink, that’s understandable, but the idea of becoming a doctor threw him off balance. He asked himself, who would want to become a doctor if they had money? This went against his philosophy of life. He knew that doctors were on their feet all the time, they didn’t have a moment’s rest, they were called in at night, they sat in dreary offices, listening to other people’s complaints.

A whole crowd poured into the casino, all the ladies were wearing diamonds and mink coats - the uniform of the rich.

We men often take our wives for granted. Where are we without them?

He was a spender, and he always lacked money: women played the main role in his life... and where there are women, there are expenses.

Just two weeks ago he was released from prison. His crime was that he beat up two policemen who had cornered him and were about to show off to him. He was stupid enough to participate in a rally that day for voting rights for all.

She moved through the crowd, and her green eyes reflected anxiety and confusion, and her fragile body shrank a little under a simple cotton dress every time she was touched by fat and old, flabby and wrinkled people: they shrilly shouted something, pushed and pressed to get closer and gape in amazement at the tropical fish, who opened their mouths in response with the same amazement.