Author of quotes: Alexander Cherching. Page 3

- And you, Oliver, take a lot on yourself, and rudeness you do not paint. Like all the pointy-eared tribe.
Oliver... the emerald city... Goodwin, Ellie. What a stupid story?! Why IS that Ellie?!
I once again looked at the "fantastic character", and I wanted to swear. Looks like psychologist will soon need me.
- Really? - In the voice of "Ellie" again stringy shimmered with temptation. - And will I be permitted to ask, what a curious creature you are holding in your hand?
So... me, how you know?
- Allowed - generously nodded green. Is the one to whom you will have to listen later!

Cheeky, submitted by voice of the most beautiful, was the owner of a muzzle haughty aristocrat in the nth generation, where huge letters was written: "Death to imperfection!" Actually, except for this candid breeding, nothing special in it was not. Tall, blond with black eyes, arrogant expression on his face and pointed ears. Hi to the elves! I sincerely believed that you are cuter...

We turned onto one of the narrow streets, a little strayed through alleys and after a few minutes came in an inconspicuous dead end. By the way, I was pleased with the absence of dirt, grooming and a pleasant, though slightly tart, the smell of some unfamiliar herbs. A good city.
- What is this place? - I was curious.
- Emerald city - predictably responded Felix, concentrated, feeling along the wall.
Well, Yes... But what did I expect? But I wonder whether it has anything in common with the fantasies of the unforgettable Frank Baum? As I recall, the residents there have been quite ordinary. Immediately it does not smell. But the city itself... Goodwin again... Very interesting!

- And then what? - I was really interested!
- And then they confused the minds of our women sadly handed La Savoir. - Almost the entire female staff of the Palace was filled to him tender feelings. But these callous egoists rejected our beautiful maidens and even spoke on the topic of nonconformity with the tastes of the elven people!
I did some thinking and decided that you know "callous selfish." The only question is: why the local ladies inspired by the beauty of the elves? They're not perverts... Well, theoretically.

- As I said, a month ago came the elven Embassy, with a sigh started to bog. - Of course, their appearance is very hurt our aesthetic feelings, but we are a civilized race and will never allow the demonstration of dislikes.
Is, in a sense? - I did not understand. - They seem...
- Ugly, ' said Felix. - I would say incredibly terrible. You even compared them pretty.
I am confusedly silent. Elves - ugly? Although... contingent looked around and realized why. If they like the same as they eared in their eyes and really rare monsters.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the exit.
- About people I haven't told.
You too... ate? - asked with a sinking heart.
- No, - shook his head what a strange person. - Though they are relatives of chelovekov, but the bitter infection. Because I live, even evolved to presumably reasonable.
- That is chew... tried - I failed result dialogue.
- Of course, in slight surprise and looked green. - The famine was, they say.
Oh, mother!
But we have not decided. - He looked at me. - So who are you?
- I - psiholog! - gave the only thing there seems to be not eating.
I again struck me with her smile... this kikki. - Then follow me!
Where? - I squeaked.
- To please women! solemnly gave green a psycho.

- And you have such ugly women?
- We like shrugged his shoulders. - They're after the arrival of the elven Embassy was furious.
- And why me? I haven't finished learning!
- So you know how to make women beautiful? - sternly asked this...
I'm not a stylist - waved. Well, you never know... Who knows what they have stylists looked... Maybe like me?! - I'm a man!
Of chelovek? - bird tilted her head green. - Also found we are. Ran slowly, because during the great drought we all ate.
At this he smiled wistfully, as if he personally caught and ate, and now nostalgically remembers those happy times. By the way, very toothy smile. Doubt that it is a carnivore, I left!

Maybe you to the doctor? - asked timidly, trying to recover and to start to think. I know a good STI clinic. There you will be happy to accept!
- Yes, we do need the doctor, wistfully looked at me, green type. Psiholog.
- Psychologist? - I corrected.
"Perhaps," he agreed meekly. But fact is fact.
- Why? - asked cautiously. Maybe they got the freaks? And need their victims to be rehabilitated?
- Need to convince our women that they are beautiful - with universal sorrow in her voice told the man.
- Do not understand! - I even nervously hiccupped. Then you get the stylist you need.
- What are you? - stared in shock at me the source. Stylists is a rare, endangered species of animals! Listed in the Green Book and protected! Therefore, to get the stylist is not possible. Easier you had.

Brought the jerk by the collar and evil-on second baritone in his ear:
- Maaji, what is IT?
- Order arrived! - cheerfully replied the girl's voice.
I ordered a solid, experienced as there... psihologa. And who is this?! You who I brought?!
But, kikki, darling, did you think to bring down the settings and worlds to get you someone even remotely matching the specified options, just like that? - resentfully asked Maasi.

But drivers of minibuses, it turns out, rich people! Judge for yourself: there is no control, the tickets in most of the "Gazelles" do not issue. Question: what happens to the money? Well, not to be to quite all gave the chiefs. Or am I spoiled and they crystal the purity and honesty of people? The Tatar-Mongol yoke has evolved and now requires us to gold in this progressive method?

Want to lure and drown. And then choke, was added dropwise and dance on the grave! And damn, so only the priestess of the Water in ancient times was done! For this Fox, I'm tempted to revive the old traditions!

Pain, longing, depression... So, soon session?

It's simple... Each forgive a mistake. Point to the hole and not hit it. Each will support, not push back into the pit. But to drag myself to not become!

Morning is insidious... It shatters the sense of wonder and "not such, as always."