Author of quotes: Yevgeny Rudashevsky

The mud is not fat loss - backward.

Never scold other people. Especially their parents. What the father didn't let you on a trip, doesn't mean it's bad. He just missed something out of sight, not feel. And in General, bad is always no good. You know? It's like the dark, which actually does not exist. There is only light. And when it ends, comes the darkness. So with everything else. There is cruelty, there is a lack of humanity. No laziness, there is a lack of motivation. Look at all, thinking about the good, the bad did not give independence to reinforce it. Don't fight the bad, and fight for good!

Red-hot sky though he was getting ready to bake pies. The clouds were scattered in small flour, and only at the horizon was going in the snow dusters. The sun lay soft, spreading oil stains.

A modest piece of metal could buy him true freedom.

Do not hurry to enjoy. Pomocy themselves feeling. Perhaps it would be most pleasant. In anticipation no disappointments, so enjoy it in full.

Someone fills the time quarrels, others love. Everyone chooses for themselves.

Articulate your thoughts, and the problem will go away. You'd be surprised! Most importantly, an open mind formulated how you really feel and think. Because other people all the trouble comes from a lack of communication. If you had a fight, sit side by side and honestly discuss what you care about. And there will be no quarrels.

When Victor Kayumovich was presumed missing in action, Tom decided he would end their lives as mysteriously disappear, will disappear in the not available to the common traveler thicket.

- How was the trip?
- It is normal.
- Not get carsick?
- Mom, I told you, I don't get seasick.
- Then in Arshan seasick.
- I was five years old! How many times have said...

Marina Viktorovna was crying silently. She didn't move. From her bleary eyes flowed tears. Sweat and tears left, and she stood with the envelope in his hands, as if only now finally admitted that Victor Kayumovich no more. She would only hug my father goodbye, to touch her cheek to his cheek, again to hear the sweet aroma of his Cologne.

The grandfather disappeared last spring. At first, it did not surprise anyone. He's gone missing before.

With a sigh, Tom remembered his grandfather. If he really died, it is no doubt that in the last hours the saddest thing for him was to witness the death of the world around them. His card was pulled limitless black spot. It inexorably ate a distant country, and neighboring towns. Stopped around when grandpa was only a close circle of life - a house or even room. He still could in the last rush to get to the door, but turn the knob he would not have enough strength. What could be worse for a man, I a youth, went Hiking, looking for adventure in the most remote corners of the planet! Artem did not believe in the death of his grandfather. No one believed in.

Artem was not upset. In it was the Earth - from the snowy peaks of mount Everest to the dark depths of the Mariana trench. Artemia does not hurt to go with an ice pick or dive in a submersible. That was quite enough.

By the age of fourteen years, he was surprised to see that in his world there are grey areas: lengthy war Syria, Iraq, gangster Uganda and Somalia...