Author of quotes: Oleg Roy

The construction site, of course, was fenced - but where in Russia have you seen a fence that you cannot penetrate? Here the board is hanging on one nail, here the corner post is askew and the mesh is bent in an inviting way. There are always holes, this is such a fundamental law of Russian life. And maybe not only Russian.

Behind-the-scenes ballet intrigues taught Polina a harsh rule: no one should know anything unnecessary about you. Or better yet, they don’t know anything at all. If you open it even a little bit, you will instantly receive a blow, predators will rush in, grab onto the soft meat and tear at the living meat until they bite you to death.

People, after all, are, in essence, quite primitive creatures, and anyone who understands how the wheels turn in their heads can very well make these same wheels turn in the right direction.

For all his detachment from real life, in legal documents he was not at all a fool. If only because he knew how to read. Not in the sense of putting letters into words, but in the sense of understanding what is written, regardless of the style of presentation.

The hen pecks every grain, and the whole yard is covered in droppings.

At first it seemed like it was even fun to invent characters and their actions, pull strings, move the plot here or there. And then suddenly it turned out that there was no mention of any invention, that the plot was moving not according to her wishes, but according to its own, that actions were not invented, but happened as if by themselves. The famous Pushkin Imagine,

In ancient times, I remember, my friend Zhenya spoke about some obsessive girl: They,

To pass over the abyss, the tightrope walker must be an excellent master; to achieve this, he will need all his strength, all his skills. But if he is not sure that he will pass, no skills or experience will help him. The slightest uncertainty will cripple you.

That's how it happened. Happened with every new book. At first, everything falls apart, crumbles like paper that has dried out over time, and the characters all look the same, and events scatter like streams from a broken cup. And then suddenly something clicks in the mechanism of the universe... And the characters take on their own faces. And the plot ceases to be invented, it no longer needs the author’s instructions, it itself knows perfectly well where to go.

Life consists of millions of stories; life itself is one continuous story.

Perseverance and hard work alone will not get you far. It needs to be noticed. Directors, ballet critics, spectators. And to be noticed, you need to be visible.

Has this writer fallen from the moon? Does he really believe that if he had talent and perseverance, everything else would follow? Why! You'll get out of the corps de ballet without protection, yeah! Even if you wipe your legs up to your knees in the rehearsal hall, you won’t even get into a decent theater without protection.

The branches twitched and a cat appeared in the circle of light. Quite skinny, twitching her shoulder dissatisfiedly and clasping her paws in disgust. Three-colored, Mark noted with unexpected pleasure. This is good luck. The symbol of good luck, without even looking in his direction, proudly walked to the house next to the public garden. Even the back symbolized independence and contempt for everything around him, especially for the man sticking out like a pillar near the frozen square. Who are you? Passerby? That would have passed.

Having settled with my grandmother, I immersed myself in reading. There was not just another world there - there were many other worlds there. And each one called with his own special voice, beckoning with his own colors and aromas, unlike others.