Author of quotes: Yuz Aleshkovsky

However, stupid and unworthy to regret what you did their job properly. It was the meaning of your life, because you received from him satisfaction. Our parasites are the political Commissars and kept at this human ability, especially typical of Russian and other Soviet people selflessly (the instructors love that word) to work. A little we'd set up and established, if selflessly thought about false Union mess, not labored selflessly. Most likely, you'd sit like Indians, cross-legged with half-closed eyes, and sat in such a comfortable position all five...

- We have difficulties, but they are common. It's great when people have common concerns.
- ...do not lie, the party organizer. You do not have anything to do with us. All separate from sausages to sanatoriums, canteens, manufactured goods and vehicles with a personal safarogli. And the worst thing for you, and you like shoblu is not to allow for anything in light of the elimination of this separate life. The worst thing for you - the common people life.

When I recall now the tricky dissolute words of Maxim Gorky: "Man is created for happiness like a bird for flight" (they used to say a poor and unhappy my girl), I understand how they, among other things, devilishly enticing and treacherous. After all, we are snatches of sly seduction, only the first word, eagerly and thoughtlessly absorbed, compelled by the conjunction "as" to compare us with birds, and caneem from demanding claims to life itself to abide by the rules of the game, ensuring we continually confirm the real possibility of happiness.

I am now beginning to understand, dear, why all my life I have lived and live with great curiosity, and sometimes with passion: I am interested in what will happen next? We have restored on his neck, severing means from its own people, China. Now don't know how to get rid of it. To inject billions to Indonesia and fucked her. Climbed Africa, in Asia, enmeshed in the Castro beard, hurled water wherever it is turbid, keep on bayonets and under the tracks of tanks half of Europe. We shout at every turn: "hail bright future!" when every day becomes darker and darker. In our fucking city, and thousands more disgusting cities, has long been no meat, no sausage, no butter in sight, not to that bright future. So what happens next?

All night, in principle, more comfortable and more humane days, because the nights most people are asleep.

In 1949 I was the most miserable person on the planet, and maybe in the solar system, although felt it, of course, I'm the only one. By the way, personal tragedy - not the worldwide fame and does not require the recognition of all mankind.

But a woman's toilet, you know, our much more complicated, and the items in it a lot more. And pants, say, with inflation darned can, and sometimes does not even wear. But you tell me how to be poor and the nice lady with the stockings? What to do with shoes? It after the first aging printed cloth in the shower for five years, and after the second - just twenty...

In which shit a person lives, what kind of vile animals biting him, and he to the stars, to the stars, bastard, daring and gorgeous!

- We - say - Tatars, one ***. What AMB ***drag that ***anyh pull...

- The science - he says - not a pedestrian, and her whistle *** will stop.