Author of quotes: Andrei Belyanin. Page 3

Killed forehead on the locker.

I do not understand pathological addiction of all negative characters for black color. Because the positions of sober calculation, you get dressed in something bright, cheerful pattern on the calico, so the victim did not understand and to relax, and you will be much easier to accomplish on her next villainous intent, isn't it? But all my friends are bastards, one to one as usual chase to fairs and travelling to the shops magicians-charlatans in unison to buy a black cloak, black sword, black armor, black shoes... the stamp on the Stamp! Interestingly, and underwear they also black?! With ribbons and lace...

... courtesy - the first stone in the Foundation of nobility!

It should be fair to warn you that the girls in the frontier taverns are SO not used to the city of chivalry, that before we hear the first break gentle hand talker. Just in case, you never know, they were brought up not to stand on ceremony especially with men... But what is this dude man?!

Hopeless idiots or stubborn suicide -- No one sane inhabitant of the frontier, even in a head will not turn to climb with a sword in aargh! Okay, have it your way, with any diagnosis, I will do a good job - will help people to move on to a better world or doukomplektuet them nearest psychiatric hospital...

Have you all been written, read, reread, only manage to turn the page.

Gr-R-R! We ought to curse, but Mama says behave just uneducated bullies with a limited vocabulary, and intelligent I always have something to say.

Despise is always easier than trying to understand...

...Metropolitan life shows you only the glossy side of reality and teaches us to label everything that does not fit into the narrow confines of the urban Outlook.

- Gr-R-R!
Baby if I ever hear your voice so nezavualirovannoe opinion of my mental abilities, I will dismiss you hastily offended my annoying host, his arms crossed over his chest. That is because, small, frail, stuck with me as something all builds...

"Wait," again came from behind. - You really won't kill me?
I quickened my pace. The patient, very patient, you'll get him to do something teardrop-viral...
But you're wargh! Pushy aristocrat grabbed both hands into the sheath of my sword and successfully rolled several steps before I realized that there stuck. Sorry, mother, I am forced to kill him, he is asking.

So, in plain text, call argha in the face of the animal and sign a verdict, even without a stay of execution... can only brown suicidal or completely psychotic! I think rather the second.
Then forget it, I knock on the head the second time does not hurt, the mother said that it is not ethical...

Long sentences make you wonder if it was a hint, praise or, conversely, a veiled insult. The world is full of simple, intelligible and convenient to the use of words, why voluntarily complicate your reality?!

- A curious Varvara at the Bazaar know what tore? - tried to reason with my grandmother, but I knew the answer was adamant:
- Nose!
- A curious Chinese?