Author of quotes: Victor Astafiev. Page 3

Now I know: the happiest game is unfinished, the pure love - under-loved, best song nedopetye.

Goodness Gracious! Why did You give unreasonable creature in the hands of such terrible power? Why are You before it Matures and gets stronger his mind, put his hands on the fire? Why did You give him the will that is above his humility? Why did You teach him to kill, but did not give the possibility to rise, so he could marvel at the fruits of his madness? Here it, bastard, in one person here and the king, and the slave - let him listen to music, worthy of his genius. Whip up this ad ahead of those who, abusing the mind, made it up, invented, created. No, not in one person, and the herd, flock: and the kings, and kings, and leaders for ten days of the palaces, temples, villas, caves, party rooms - on Velikoretsky springboard! No salt, no bread, so rats find their noses and ears, so they took on his own skin what a name - war. That they slip to the edge of the steep Bank, on sladu this lifeless, as if vannesas above the earth tore his gray from dirt and lice shirt and yelling would be, as gray soldiers, just ran out of the shelter and vostavshie: "Yes kill it!.."

With the earth long ago people treated as if she was not granted by the Creator as reward for a lifetime of accomplishments and her good works, but despicable throwing the man under the feet in order that he crucified her, as last whore, to, out of breath, paskutinis, starved, again and again he dropped his face and chest, to her, buried in her to save Il eternal peace.

Betrayal begins in the high, important offices of chiefs, presidents - they betray millions of people, sending them to their deaths, and ends here, on the precipice of the ravine, where the soldiers substitute each other. Long gone of the match when the head of state took the spear and shield in front of his people went into battle, of course, for freedom, for independence, for the right cause. Instead of an honest fight going on treacherous nodevalue.

Power is always heartless, always treacherously shameful, is always immoral...

Love is creativity. Always works. We love in others what is not in us, if there is this and others invent, implement, make people better than they really are.

Life is not a letter in her PostScript does not happen.

Needless to say, wisely arranged life on our beautiful planet, and I think the wisdom is irreversible, neumolimo and the same: someone someone all the time is killing, eating, trampling, and most importantly - raised and approved persons belief: the only way killing, eating, trampling each other to coexist, individuals land on the ground.

Not just "because of war" was empty, our native Russian land, because Russia's losses are not replenished and irreplaceable, they continue from generation to generation and will continue with this illegal with respect to the Russian people and the Russian land.

... it always was... after any war were abandoned and betrayed those who gained victory and saved the skins of those in power.

I think that the freedom of modern man, which he so boasts, may be modeled with the freedom of the zoo and zoo - there is in fact, from the point of view of the same noisy creatures, who call yourself a free man, animals and birds are even better than in the woods, in the mountains and in the water. There they protect, feed and even contributing to reproduction, once all this is done at the behest of their keepers and trainers, all achieved by a handout and a whip.

Never leans on a man and so confident were not in possession of it a mass culture that overcame and overcomes its always in times of troubles, disastrous, grievous. It is, mass culture, like trench lice, chewing the body but saps the soul...

No-one teaches us to taste, and a lot of lecture, tedious, familiar, old and quite decrepit recipe: stealing is wrong, we must live honestly, righteously, to respect their elders; but they are mentors and moralists often and steal more than others, and eat from a separate trough, completely sweeping aside the morality, which are stuffed with people with a public platform. Thief demanding honesty from others, is an old, but not obsolete, the acquisition of mankind in our days, cheerfully improved on our new field. And he, the thief, desperately need honest people, groups honest and decent people, high-morality, behind which he could hide behind a painted fence, otherwise, as a thief among thieves, he will die of hunger and to raise him to be certain.

Of the oldest and discouraging thousands of state law; it arose, must, before the advent of writing, and maybe even thought, and its essence is that someone someone was trampled and forced to work, to forage, to protect him from the enemies main, ancient and wild order of human relations: who does not work - eats and drinks too.