Author of quotes: Vladimir Osipovich Bogomolov

Only enlighten. Do not let die a fool!

No matter how bad it went, <...> never mind give. Especially to outsiders. Keep sharp-fun. You howl like a wolf want to, but you: La-La, La-La - they say, life is beautiful and amazing!

Life is fucking capricious. Occasionally she smiles, but often turns his back and shows his character. Oddly enough, the day she smiled upon us.

I saw her a week on the result: absolutely intelligent, cool look, pursed lips and proud bearing, in the image - contempt and hatred. She flatly refused to answer questions, silent to the end, however, convicted by the testimony of radioman and material evidence, was convicted and executed.
Woman, insane after the death at the front of two sons - it was a gorgeous and original mask with the use and exploitation of the great inherent in all normal people feelings - love for one's mother. "Ivashov" acted at the junctions in our operational rear of exactly four weeks. Scary to think how many lives paid the army this month its espionage activities...

About the appearance Egorova at the forefront of the General's uniform could not be considered. So as not to attract attention, he's still on the road in the car wearing this very shirt is not even the captain, as proposed by Alekhine, and Lieutenant shoulder straps of their aide-de-camp, and then during the day regularly played the role of a Junior officer: so has responded to everyone who was "older" than him in rank, was dragged over by Temazepam duffel bag with wheels from the gun and quickly stood up when it was called the Alekhine or the battalion commander, in a plot which was to trail that night German agents two current and one former. Tamantsev is so entered in the way that shouted the General as a subordinate.
Everything then worked perfectly, the memory Alekhine was a little funny episode. In the evening the battalion commander, a very young captain, when Egorov came out of the dugout, with a sarcastic smile, he said:
- So young - only fifty years! and already a Lieutenant! What do you do with him to sixty?.. Certainly get older!..

What? Moscow will not play... - said grimly Tamantsev. - Everyone will put in the enema... In half a bucket of turpentine with gramophone needles, he said.

And here I am as in the head - after all I'm today twenty-five years!
Merry birthday, nothing to say... Sitting in the dust on the attic, fleas you want to eat like Bobby, and you bite in there is nothing. And not in vain you sit, that's the main thing...
Yes, a quarter of a century - not the seeds, we can say half of life. Then the time and money to knock out who you are and what you stand?..
Say, people usually happy, but unhappy. Mine is the opposite. I like my job and position are quite satisfied. Risk like someone here who has preempted, he's alive... Appreciate me, and awards are not less than the officer on the front line, what am I missing, what?!
I mean poorly furnished attic of a brain too small... Culture is not enough, knowledge of some... well, says al Fe, it will come with time...

For the umpteenth time, I dreamt of mother.
I didn't know where her grave actually buried and if she is human. Pictures of her I had, and in reality for some reason I couldn't visualize it clearly. In the dream she appeared to me quite often, I saw her clearly, with all the wrinkles and tiny scar on his upper lip. I wanted her to smile but she just cried. A small, thin, helpless sobbing, wiping tears with a handkerchief and wept again. Just like in Porto, when a boy, a greenhorn, I went a long time in swimming, or the last time at the station, before the war, when, athula vacation, I returned to the border.
From our shack in Novorossiysk survived and the Foundation, the mother - scary thought - there was no grave, no cards, nothing... her Life was bleak, lonely, and with me she drank... As I now felt sorry for her and how I missed...
With dreams I don't fuckin ' lucky. Mother from harassing me, certainly cried, but Alexei of Baasa - he dreamed of me last weeks time and again - definitely tortured. It tortured my eyes, I saw and was not able to do anything, even lift a finger couldn't, if he was paralyzed or did not exist.
Mother and Lyosha seemed to me distinctly, but those who it tortured, I, as tried, could not see: some vague shapes, as if without faces and uncertain uniform. No matter how much I strain, and nothing to cling to: no word of a portrait, nor will anything distinct, concrete... Heavy, a nightmare is a dream - Wake up exhausted like you gutted.

Head number one - not just talking about the Polyakov Tamantsev. - If not God, then surely his Deputy on the search!

About the corpses I understand and never said a word. And the slogan then, promezhdu way, were everywhere, and command us to "Destroy German spies and saboteurs!" How much we shoot ' em... Until I wised up. And now try to take at least one inanimate, Yes, you will be removed, and will have to hem.
Educating Fomchenko and Loginova, I that they are not distracted, and continued to watch. I said, and then glancing out the window, and they looked in my mouth with the eyes of a nine by twelve.

I noted that Julia is dressed shabbily and her face is sad, but even from afar it was easy to see that she is beautiful, skladanka and rich in femininity or something else, as it's called, what women like men.
Her daughter - patsanochka amusing, cheerful and very active - played near the doors hatenki, something was going on and every minute of scratching, which, however, did not spoil her mood. If fleas ate us here in the attic, are, as they raged there in huts with dirt floors they are usually full.