Author of quotes: Anna Gavrilova

Him reasonable actions definitely do not wait - boyish worse than dynamite.

There is in these small towns something magical. Something indescribable, subtle but very very important. Maybe a soul?

And came to the unequivocal conclusion that with the love for some wits it is time to quit. No, marry-I agree, but love... still don't want to. It's too troublesome and dangerous, not only for the heart but for the brain. For get stupid from this case. Very!

Of detective films, which were viewed by a great many, I took the main idea: the killer is not who he thought. The killer is always someone else.

When everything sucks, it is very useful to enjoy at least the little things.

What to do with the feeling that you've been flashed? Not to give in! If you focus and really want, you can strangle in the Bud, and from his heart to pull out.

Love makes people foolish, weak, and vulnerable. It leads to disaster!

Really wanted to pull his folder and ask in the forehead. To ask, despite the fact that this question is entirely inappropriate and probably dangerous. After all, people who are initiated into the mysteries of the mafia, amnesia can not hurt!

Unconsciously imitating a zombie, dragged herself to the bathroom. Washed, cleaned 32 (actually 28, but this stuff), simultaneously noting that hangovers were not there. Closely examined the hair and concluded that yesterday's styling didn't suffer much, so that the head can not be washed.

- You! - muttered norries. - Again!
And when the trio is together, but tacitly expressed bewilderment, explained the most venomous tone:
- Haven't noticed a pattern? As soon as the three of you together, sure something will provoke.
In a hole some will fail, he warned. ... In the murder of someone will trigger.

"Yesterday I completely forgot about dessert. I hope you like it."
Signature was not, but it is not required. Actually, the only thing needed at the moment - lemon. Just... it is wrong to smile widely. Especially in the morning. Especially after a night spent with a man who, by the way, is gone!

All. Mate! Not the one that is clean and Russian, and the other banal, chess. And heart, against all logic, is filled with incredible joy! I want to hug the world, to encourage a thousand pulsars and shout that I'm still a masochist and masochism this, it seems, is not treated.

I stood, too, staring and silent, furiously urging his heart to knock it down. But the heart, infection such, did not obey - he has, you see, love has happened!

Dors broke into another broad smile and a feigned sigh.
- And then love? - "sad," he said. - While spring is still several months!