Author of quotes: Vsevolod Nestayko

Honestly, I think for adults it [vodka] also not the taste (how they curve when you drink!). It's just that these adults are just like children: they are uncomfortable with each other, they want to show that they are adults, well...

... The next day our Java friendship was bonded even more. Let's just say, blood. Because grandpa Salimon shared their impressions about the Pharaonic pyramid with our parents. And our parents did to us four hundred and twenty-eighth a serious warning on that place that if the girls do not speak. Making a warning to parents saying:
- And here Steve! Steve's not like that! Stepan was not there! Huh? Wasn't it?
We just gritted my teeth and remained silent. We gave nobody. Anyone! Let talking about the Barrens! Let! And I still knew who Steve, who is honey, who is - Java!
So, the question is, how could I go to camp to the sea then?! No way. Not now, not ever!
Friendship! Great is the word - friendship! Probably the greatest of all human words.
For the sake of friendship people go to torture, going to prison, even give their lives...

I ran next to the Java in lockstep, as if we were one mechanism. And it seemed to me that our hearts also beat as one heart.
I was very good!
Must feel like real friends-soldiers, when shoulder to shoulder are going to attack.
So I ran and ran to the edge of the world. There is nothing in the world better than friendship!

Yes you spit, Java! Spit, I tell you! Well, I think - resit! Millions of people were testing. And nothing. Here at Duke Vladimir, they say, also was in childhood resit. On the history... And what a monument to him on the Vladimir hill in Kiev was built!
- Do not lie! Vladimir was not.
- It was - I spoke quickly, thankful that Java at least responded to my joke. - And how there was, could be. Think! And Pushkin was exactly. He is otchebuchival...

The morning was Sunny and bright as new shoes.

If in the evening a villain, wandered into our village, he would quietly, without any hesitation straight to make all of the houses and slowly shipping on who or whatever else it would be... the House is not only not a soul remained - even the dogs came from all over the village to the club and made there own dog party.
Yes what there to speak, even when steamiest Baba Trindick, papersource our animal science Ivan Svyrydovych, about which grandfather Salemon said she "had already begun second turn", that she soon again will be to cut teeth and that she can never die, to which came all the way from Kyiv to find out why she lives so long (and we Java just know that due to the fact that she wormwood - tree of God - eating, we ourselves saw; we ourselves have tasted the wormwood is, but on the second day threw bitter; may, can, as we grow old, then... and then it is not necessary to us such a bitter taste good longevity...); Baba Trindick that for thirty years never left the yard, never been in a movie and not something that the club and the Church has not walked this is the most Trindick and dragged on our performance.
- Oh! I told you! - the whole room gleefully shouted grandpa Salmon. - Keep learning. Soon to dance will be...
For this Baba Trindick under the General laughter silently whacked grandfather Slimona a crutch on the back.

- Here artists! - so right and we talked about grandfather Salomon. And he knew a lot about this case. He once, when he served in the army, played in a brass band. On the biggest pipe, which is called Helicon. She now lies at his loft, like a gigantic snail. For the holidays, when Santa Salimon drink "a third", he sometimes gives a concert - bubukal his trumpet. Old women say that it is very similar to the voice of the Archangel, and were baptized. The biggest success of the game is the grandfather of our rural dogs. They enthusiastically barking into the night. Not since the Santa Salimon said that we are artists - no doubt about it.

Viewers!.. Oh, the audience! Thunder on your head! More recently, was so cute, so close good people, who always can help, to sympathize, to support. Nikolay Ivanovich, the grandfather Varava, Santa Salimon, club Manager Andrew Cekala, aunt Anna, Baba Mary, Gregory Kucherenko, dad, mom. They are for you into the fire and into the water - wherever you want!
And now... Even my own mother no longer mother, and the viewer.

In a normal state, a person inhales and exhales evenly. And when worried, it seems, only exhales. All the while exhaling, not inhaling. And where does this air in - don't know.

Java changed the profession of the Gypsy horses. Today he is a sailor and a sea captain. Tomorrow he's a geologist. The day after the Director of a confectionery factory ("three kilos "Dinghy" in the day you can eat). Then the football player of Kiev "Dynamo". Then a painter. Then the trapper that catches for trainers of prey of tigers, leopards and jaguars. And today, as you can see, the policeman.
I don't. I decided in first grade that I would be a pilot, and kept, not lost.
Grandfather Salemon said recently: "look how hard-nosed!.. Probably, it will still be a pilot this wimp!"
Except that sometimes I can't stand. And briefly join the Java - for the company. Yes, and then only for such a combination to remain a pilot. I already was a marine pilot and pilot-a footballer, pilot, artist, and pilot hunter, and pilot-geologists, and even the pilot at the candy factory, which carries on the plane candy "Fido".
But this time I from the combination of the resist, because I didn't realize a pilot-policeman - whom you in the air going to detain and fine! Storks is that!
No, this time I'm just a pilot.

Life in our bodies remains percent five or more. And these five percent - it was no life, and one cake.

Astronauts fly in the vast sky among the stars, hundreds of miles away from earth - and nothing else. And we are in the corn lost. Movie!

You are on the plantation? Oh! Then you know nothing. Such melons anywhere. Sure! The end-edge is not visible. From horizon to horizon. And watermelons - thousands, millions... all striped. As tigers. Thousands, millions of tigers. I seen live at the circus. In Kiev. But the fact is the tigers? Here grandfather Salomon baghavad our - that's the tiger! Oh, and beats! How to Bang his bony hand on the pants - two days itching. For some reason he did not like when we stole watermelons from the melon fields. He loved that we asked for. And we didn't like to ask. Not so good.

All right! Death! Now the Santa run, you will see that we have done, you will see this mountain of broken watermelon, will you pull back and stick me on the bonce. And there will be one more broken watermelon. Shall be my tomb... the Pyramid...