Character: Elizabeth

Nearly all women for the beautiful flowers ready to endure the thorns. But we have the power, decorate themselves with flowers, to hide the inflamed wounds from their thorns.

Most of us know how to hide the most cherished of their desires and pain the strongest defeats. It helps to survive each new day. We pretend there is no pain, and instead of wounds - healed scars.

And you were delirious. Sometimes even poetry.

I studied the history of different countries, but never noticed that someone war bore good fruit. She always carried with them the poverty, hunger, pain and grief, but not good.

What this country needs - like any other - no, it's not the heir to the throne, and peace... peace and not war, which is oppressing the country and destroys its wealth.

When fighting friends, the truth emerges.

- There was some kind of trouble?
We live in a cruel world.

He seems such a cold, passionless man.
- Have you seen him next to me.

- People are stupid if you stop hoping.
What does that even mean?
- Hope is what we live.

So here they are, the charms of Lord Leicester,
That seduce every man
And do not give her a woman to compare?
Not expensive W such glory is worth it!
Universal recognition is not difficult
To achieve as a common for all.

That, my friend,
Love that allows
She loved that condemns.

Our disease is that we live in. And life is slowly killing us all.

From the throne came a - angry, the whole room:
- What do you say Chancellor?
- The tooth mother, grabbed...
- So pluck it out, and go into my fun!

- I ask God for you?
- Ask I never had a chance to love.