Author of quotes: Eugene Grishkovec. Page 8

- How about you waiting for me? he asked, standing at the door.
- Do not cling to words, Misha! Don't torture me with such questions! I don't know how to answer you. Some kind of spectacle it turns out, in fact. Yesterday I tormented... Today I suffer because of that thought up yesterday and said. Don't ask me. Go.
Mike quickly stepped to her and hugged her. Package unpleasantly rattled, but not hurt. He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and then found lips and kissed him on the lips strongly, but briefly. She hugged him. So they stood, arm in arm.
- Forgive me, honey! - he said quietly.
- How seldom you kiss me, hug and even just a touch. And I always look forward to, ' she said quietly. - I'm always waiting and always worrying.

How can I describe a series of memories? You can say: "he remembered a long conversation with a friend" - you can now play this conversation. But almost in the process of memories, recall the conversation and this conversation is not reproduced. He remembered all at once. As well which come from the past episodes, events, situations, people. But to describe these memories and the re-creation of their succession can take a long time and we have no further details, and will disappear meaning.

But a sleepless night is not just a night when you haven't slept. This is not the night you had fun, drank something, looked for, hoped for, or realized their night search and hope. This is not a night spent in talking, debating, or deep and significant conversations with a close and dear friend. This is not a night of love. This is not a night of family strife. This is not the night at the bedside...
Sleepless night is just a lonely night without sleep.

But nowhere, in any, even seemingly the most quiet place, away from the distant meadows, some distant Siberian village, nowhere is impossible to feel like just a man in a sort of just a natural-geographical space. All the time felt country, a certain country, our country. And even if you do not see anything or anyone, to go through a field, no roads, not to carry any means of communication, and all around not hearing people... And there is no house, not even a single telephone pole, with a sign in Russian, or transmission line does not disturb the naturalness of the landscape and not in the sky the white stripes from the plane, which would suggest on the age and time... anyway, if you go by this field, then it is not Canada, or even Alaska... how are you going already felt and visible in our country.

Above his bunk in the cabin hangs a picture of your wife or girl that he believes in it, waiting for him. And he needs her loyalty. But it is enough photos. Without this picture, he would not go into battle as calmly as went and how it goes tomorrow.

And yet, so important to men, when he is also... not very tall, ugly, clumsy, and understands that sense of humor he's not okay, and women, in General, is quite indifferent to him staring or not staring at all. And the jacket is sitting on it, the shoes are too tight, and his mustache did not turn out quite thick and your desired shape. So, it is important to not die... in his absurd and specific form, and die in a beautiful cruiser, battleship, and even better - dreadnought.

But a woman is nothing to explain! And you know that it is useless to explain! And saying, you know, what can I say they are useless... When in desperation, saying to the woman, and say is somehow broken voice: "Trust me, believe me, no one ever like I love you will not. Nobody ever! Do you understand?!" And desperately while shaking her hand. Because the look in her eyes and immediately know by the eyes that all men say so. They all say that! These same words. And it's terrible! Because everyone speaks the truth! Because, really, nobody can exactly the same as I... is not the same, but the words are the same... And clearly there's nothing to explain. To explain nothing. And in this moment I want to just head into the maelstrom or in the window. But stops that you understand that everyone wants at this moment of the same.

One British destroyer rammed the German dreadnought, and for a time had brought him down, while he remained afloat. When, subsequently, the commander of the destroyer was awarded some award for bravery, he refused, saying that his ship is stuck, the wheel, and he simply could not turn, and so would he and it never occurred to RAM a German dreadnought. He confessed that he was very scary... well Done! One word...
Here women would read about this officer and would have learned that there are some men who something is suggested and they were able to give. There are those who refuse... when they are offered.

They lined up, and the commander of the paratroopers approached the Ambassador, saluted and said, "Assault cruiser "Emden" made". And that's all. He said no more. What can you say about him? Well done!
He said, "you Know, we're eight months..." or "We are a little tired, we would in a hotel, and then we overspend in the road..."
That's what women want to read! Here it is! The way the officer said it. Because if they read this, maybe they will now cease to stare at us, so watch... silently and shaking his head. Or just go to another room and be silent. They need to read this!

I go to the market and see how some the seller puts apples, good, hard apples. Wears them every, a rag and lays. And here you see those apples, and even I can see dig into them, and they crackle and hiss even. And feel the juice fills your mouth, and that mouth becomes sweet even... And buy these apples, and think about how they eat... But bring them home, and there in the bowl lay a little bit dusty, already desiccated apples that you bought once, and I think - well not to throw out them it is necessary them first. And because they are already stale and tasteless, you eat them for a long time, and during this time the fresh dusty and wrinkled... never ever a good apples to eat!

There, in the books about ships, there's a lot about male illusion, ambition... And there is! Yes, Yes, description of men in the same condition in women which men have never seen. A description of how they, men, have died. Died in combat. If women read These books, they maybe would become better and easier. Maybe they would have more hope looked at us...
Yes, that's on me personally. But I tried to retell to his wife and immediately realized that all These ships in the family is not the place. And if you start to tell the same in some friends, women... casual traveler... Well, obviously!.. It's impossible... what about you think?

Books about male psychology, women buy and read. Although there about men are written as about some strange animals or about inoplanetyan with very strange behavior. A book about ships women do not read...

We once were in the cafe, and now I have to pass by him. I try not to do it. We sat there no more than forty minutes, drink it tea, I'm two coffees. Talked about nothing, she laughed, and I looked at her and thought about how I want to now take her by the hand and never let go. Sat for forty minutes, and this cafe has become my "our" café. I can't go in there anymore, and the view of the cafe hurt me. And boulevards... all avenues are hurt. And the whole town hurts me constantly. Because she's here. And all those places where we met, it was just unbearable... epicenter of excitement, anxiety...

Love can be neither happy nor unhappy. It is intolerable in any case.