Author of quotes: Andrew Askold

I sat and thought that summer is ending, the parental leave is over and tomorrow we go home. Then I to school. In the wardrobe already hanging my mom got me school uniform, waiting in the wings satchel. So I thought that with the end of this summer ends my childhood. Not quite ends, just ends up that carefree time when anything was not required, except that you are and just have to be. The fall will be quite another child when you will be required have a greater. I looked at the sleeping wolf, well, he's still ahead of a year of carefree childhood.

After all, if the judge is sane, it is candy more important than canned food.

- Grandfather! Need help! The tree is not chopped!
Is I need help. I'm old, and a quiet life and no. Except that medical assistance is needed. That is to say, the psychiatric examination and subsequent hospitalization. Science takes a step forward examining your brains. You can say, a godsend for Soviet medicine. In such a small brain, so many bad thoughts and ideas.

... In short, fuck the thread is spoiled?
- That would be out of the maze to get back on the thread, - I said.
- Here in my head you have exactly the labyrinth - grandmother wound the string on the ball. - Mind was lost, and no amount of threads will not help. Where clever ideas come to your mind when you have all the outlets to a standstill.

- That we would be melafon. We could then think of the grandmother with the grandfather to read.
- Although I already know their thoughts, I said to the wolf. - Imbitsily we need to flog us instead of Breakfast. Then the day quietly pass. And we are smarter by the end of summer will become.
Why? - asked Vovka.
- Well, because grandma says that if we flog often, the brains of the ass back to head back. And so we slowly vyberaem.

- And the ass will stick with this amount of sugar? - asked dad.
- Grandma says no. Rather it will tear - I remembered the threats of the grandmother.
- Also, I want to see is not the best option, said the father and buried in a newspaper.

Hearing steps in the corridor, I mentally decreased to the size of the molecule and tried to completely disappear from sight.

Grandma even has amazed our gluttony.
All worms are bred? It is not eaten by nichrome, and then burst. You need the vet to show. I promised your parents are still your worms to fatten.