Author of quotes: Sergei Mavrodi

The money in my room was from floor to ceiling. Where did they go after my arrest? - Why do people accuse me of being a thief? Go to the state.

- Hey! aloud he said. Well, here you are a billionaire. The box always lights, in the Kremlin, hanging out, ***is mine. The oligarch fucking in nature. Well, what's it like to be a billionaire? To have that kind of dough? Everything is available to you!.. "See you around". Chicks... cool cars... Any out there, supermodel - only a finger beckoned?
- Yes... - thoughtfully and sad somehow smiled Zaichenko. Only to beckon now is not desirable. On *** needs it now! Timing, in General. As usual.
- Well, so what's the point? For what it fell?..
- In terms of?
- Well, in the sense of supermodels?
- My God! What is it with you these supermodels! - angrily exclaimed Zaichenko. - Yes all of them!.. "Money give!" Here's the supermodel. Normally, only a little more expensive.
- Well, right! - even more surprised Horbulyk. - Of course! What do you want? The beauty of it is that if capture? Powerful intellect? Of course, "money"! Well, what? What? Well, give if asked! You what, sorry? The girl to help? You will give it to you. Here is the deal you have to twist and go! All type-top. Everyone is happy!..
- Billions - it is bad, - he heard between the voice Zaychenko.- Millions - OK, OK, but billions is a bad thing. Everything is available, and therefore do not want to. Even at the level of the Ponte. Because fake it-that is not in front of anyone. All have been left far behind. The average person always some blue dream Eesti. Mercedes, there, some six to buy, supernumerary!.. And when you can even a thousand pieces tomorrow to buy shitty... it Turns out that *** you need them!! Longing in General, and green.
- Yes!.. you have serious problems! - quite frankly already mockingly remarked of Horbulyk,

P. S. You ask whether I do not regret about anything? No. About anything. Never about what do not regret. There is no need to look back. There's nothing there except ruins and dead memories. Anything alive. What is the difference that once was? All this has past, and it died. And today the present. Life begins every day again. And that's fine. Go!! Hail to the morning!

A person can always remain human. Under any circumstances. To stay free. Freedom is an internal state. A state of mind.

Survive! It is necessary to survive. Survive! Survive! Survive! At any cost. And possibly save his wife. "Perhaps," because priorities, he still was not entirely clear.

Knowledge of their fate is a curse, not a blessing. It makes a person miserable.

It is human nature to question everything. Where doubt ends, starts fanaticism.

The feelings of average people, too average. They do not stand up, as a rule, even the most simple of tests. Happiness of the average man in his stealth, in that these tests in practice, very rarely gets.

If I'm lying I'm telling the truth and if I tell the truth, I'm lying. The statement is both true and false.

Even if there are steel for tensile strength, then what to speak about people! There is the abyss into which man is better not to look, because there's nothing there, except betrayal, dishonor and lies. And there are temperatures at which melt everything. Even love, honor and loyalty.

And asked of Lucifer His Son:
- Why that woman betrayed the man?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
Because he was weak. And again asked of Lucifer His Son:
- Is this correct?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
- If you betray, then don't. So, you're not worth anything. Everyone gets in life just what he is. No more and no less.

And it's the eighth day.
And said to Lucifer:
- Wonders can't bring happiness. They violate the harmony of the world. The strong do not need weak and useless.
And asked of Lucifer His Son:
- Don't they help a person to get what he wants?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
- Man is not giving you anything beyond what he has. If he's got something there, so he didn't deserve it. Everyone gets in life exactly what he's worth. No more and no less.

- You're a grown man, Igor, - the stranger curiously watched Igor like some kind of rare insect. What do you mean, You didn't understand?
- I thought You no, - muttered Igor. - I thought it was some kind of sick joke, a hoax of TV. (Am I really talking to the Devil Himself?! It's just ridiculous.)
- And the money why You took then, eh, Igor? - gently asked the stranger. - If thought it all a joke?
- Well, well - what not to take! - hurriedly said Igor, trying to explain their actions. - I know - maybe they have? That's their problem.
- Yes! - readily picked up by a stranger. - Here I look - the soul of selling, why not buy? I know, maybe You must? That's Your problem!

If you want to force the enemy to go left, tell him to go right.