Author of quotes: Ksenia Dukhova

- You're so yesterday the boy took the candy, and today you may be already, worms and jaundice, - strictly said grandma, spreading creaky bluish starch in the resonant tank. - All boys, when you go to the toilet, then take IT in your hands and then the hands are not washed. Can you imagine - WHAT they have THERE?! Well, if not syphilis! - Grandma's brow was stirring in the fear of bacterial invasion of the beloved granddaughter.
The girl hands and fruits and vegetables thoroughly soap, boys didn't kiss, candy, they didn't take well studied, which, however, did not save it from appendicitis.

And the smell of porridge I still don't like it because several times when my parents forgot to pick me up from kindergarten, we were given late dinner warmed millet porridge, I have still all messed up from her smell, like nobody loves you and gave up.

Old age never comes gradually, it comes suddenly and remains the owner. Displaces all the other smells and sounds, obkladyvaet you cold, wet wool, survival of comfort and blows heat out of the house, and whispers the futility of attempting to get rid of it. <...> The present age is a ruthless thing.

But you imagine - around men! In the Prime! With the hanging bellies and shorts below the knee, slipping from the most brushes! In socks, stretched across a plump hairy calves! With bloated waists! No! A man should be lean and fast, like a Prairie wolf! It needs to hunt for food and women, and not cracking with Champ blood sausage on the balcony!

I even remember in first grade about his grandmother's funeral essay written. On the topic - "the Most exciting day of this year". As the teacher started to read it before class - have the whole pale and the head start to grasp, just like mom. And parents then they called. Of course, I only went in dad and mom's head with a rag tied to the room door closed - away from such a horrible daughter. Dad as the writing is read - I started to laugh! And told the teacher that everything written is true. And he, for example, it seems that I have literary talent!

Like I woke up one morning in a hospital bed, I remember nothing, and feet and hands I have. Doctors cut off to me, so gently saying, "nothing, Nothing... and people live... now, if we your head cut off - then it would be sad, as well - tolerated." Here. Tolerable would be the word. When I tried to explain to them that the pain is so unbearable that it's silly to combine with life, they smiled. They said time heals all, I just have a little patience, we're almost there, inside the molten glass and tearing the hooks out... a bit more torment, and then some time less.

The past can be the past prevent to grow and develop, even if it is new and almost completely unworn.

Everything is so random, that life turns out in the end, a terrible thing. Terrible and ruthless.

Men somehow think that if you were lucky to be born a woman, then you have three advantages: shaving every day is not necessary, in the army in our country is not taken away, and children to produce as much as you want.

... if I as though someone loved. I would about any of the exile thought. I would only worry was - crazy with happiness to go. But nothing that wasn't with me. And we sat with her husband in the kitchen as saved creatures from the ark. All creatures - a pair - left and went to multiply and to live in love and harmony. And we unpaired creature was the reason. To live together, and no more joy. He did with his love could not do, because at first thought she'd wait, and then didn't believe that - leave. I dislike neither. Because it is a creeping disease that is not treated.

I can understand when I say - Klawock, sweetheart, don't let me charochku to have a cuppa?... But after the proposal - "Zhenschinka and the man created to naslajdeniya each druzhenka is my point of Szrenica" - I would have killed him!.. Thank God to make me the offer "to merge in ecstatic" is not reached.

If you called the white mouse - there are two options: to get offended or take it as a compliment. Now, if a gray mouse - shame any woman who even really tatty. From my point of view, it is always better to be slightly ugly, than no. I'd agreed to have a distinctive Jewish profile or crooked legs is national identity than to be bland and unnoticeable.

I had a feeling that my twenty years suddenly became useless. My life only started yesterday. And before that it was only evenly sliced potato wedges, eaten and not remembered.

... deprived of male attention as I felt. It did not exist. Only if drunken attempts to tell me a compliment: "What a delicious potatoes you get! How lucky your husband!"... I was waiting for that and someone offer me to fry these potatoes until the end of time.