Author of quotes: Elizabeth Dvoretskaya. Page 5

Bravery is not all benefit: a smart man with courage is paving the way to the top, and the arrogant fool is digging his own hole.

Invisible strong hand clenched his heart and throat, and strengthened the realization: nothing can fix! It is impossible to recover, to jump back in yesterday, to finish quickly forgotten... is all wrong... Death is almost the only mistake you can't fix.

He did not quite understand whether he likes this girl and trying to solve it, I thought about her quite often. At first it seemed he was not particularly handsome, but was attracted by the singularity of their habits; she was annoyed, hurt, deprived of peace, attracts the eye and thoughts, and now he is no longer attach importance to the fact whether she is beautiful.

She was not so stupid as to not understand what nonsense is. And all because of the unrealistic desire to have all life was there and never changed for the worse. I had these dreams to leave nine years old. And she was all of seventeen. Until now, her life is spoiled, and the later the harder to get used to.

However, where we are and where legends? No matter how much I dream it, have to live in this life that you can touch...

There is almost a direct water way from Hatay and Berko to the middle of the land of the Slavs, and from there a straight path in Romania or in Serkland. Almost in front of me Ingvar captured Smolenskoy land - the buckle that connects the two paths, and now there's Torodd. I understand that the mother's right: it would be foolish again to cut the path into pieces just for the pleasure to say that the de we are three brothers and we are all kings. I would never betray his brother and not encroach on what belongs to him, for myself can vouch. But we can't speak, how will our children and grandchildren, when we will not be alive. Cousins often ready to kill each other over the legacy of a common grandfather, you know?

LOGI-Hakon for the usual courtesy was hiding alertness: eyes Sigge did not inspire him with confidence. They were fun, but there was not a drop of heat. They resembled shiny smooth ice, which in the best case will fill cones, and at worst will fail and perish in cold water.

The children of old families marry, to reconcile the contradictions and to settle quarrels. But with each generation, these quarrels only go deeper from the outside world coming into us, in our blood, getting a sharp iron under the skin... So cold thinking about it!
I'm not even mad for the fact that Volodislav doesn't love me. And how could he love a woman who in the nearest relationship with his longtime enemies, whose grandparents were the same blood enemies of his grandfathers?! And my heart hurts for the children. After all, they is the fact that came to light, became enemies of all their relatives on both sides. What fate awaits them?

That is closer to man than his land, mixed with the ashes of their grandfathers?

- Never happen, that everyone wanted one, - said the Governor. - How I live, everyone in the party pulls. And when the war or even what to cook - especially.

But then who will teach and inspire people to feats? exclaimed Elga. - For what people are looking for exploits and fame, not for the sake of memory? Is it because you want to become higher and more glorious than those who remember?
- It is impossible, Madam, to be the banner and warrior at the same time, grinned Aldan. - Or to fight, or inspire. Only one thing. But don't worry. Want to be the banner is always there. A reborn Willy-nilly because they didn't have any of the Saga - there was nothing to remember, and they will have to go out into the world to try again. But warriors need much. And the banner for the troops only need one. When the two of them is more bad than good.

When I first left home and moved to live in Kiev, El'ga long enough accustomed on a new place. Kiev she has since left rare and used to consider his home his. But now all of a sudden realized that almost as good feels here in this Outpost, lost in the snowy forests on the boundaries of other tribes. And all because here it was they, these people, who formed a home for it. With them she's at home, wherever the fate. At least in the country of the frost giants...

She was well aware of what is not understood by many of the Varangian princes: the government can not be strong and bring glory, if not to put down roots in this land, not to be his for its inhabitants.

Among strangers when we have to be responsible for themselves, people grow up quickly.