Character: Lyudmila

Assuming that the lady has on this particular Degussa his own views, and now gave him a scandal, I instantly changed plans and quickly threatened:
- Loosen up - drop the veil!
For completeness, freed one hand and hugged his neck. All. I'm ready. Scold him! Scold!

When someone makes you laugh, no matter how much you deny it, your heart has been raped.

This is what happens when mark above their own Asses out of balance at the first breath of wind.

- Why do I need this scuzzy Institute when the future of the profession does not interest me?
- Engineer - a normal profession, even at medium powers. And the girls, the applause, the flowers are not always. Example your mom. An even clearer example of your daddy's.
- You are very good actors. You just a little bit unlucky.
- "Slightly"... life is broken and not just a little bit. After graduation you might be a trainer of tigers, even a tightrope Walker, even a sword-swallower, and the Institute finish.

- The star should be an all-star husband...
- The hell with him, let him be a star.

Her name was Ludmilla, she was over forty. Russia the woman's hair was tied in a neat bundle, in order not to divert her attention even for a second from working. For many years the woman worked, taking people at home. To her appointment went those who wanted quick money or instant solutions to problems, or those who are looking for love and wanted to remove the wreath of celibacy. It would be quite possible and suggest that this phenomenon did not exist, but Ludmila had chosen not to waste time and to satisfy the requests of customers. "Do you want to remove, take off", she thought and once again lit a candle.

- I'll marry you.
- Are you kidding me?
- No, you don't believe me? I will fall to his knees, do you?

Cruelty in General is disgusting, - not stopping to draw, said Lyudmila. - Wanton cruelty and immorality half. No, a thousand times.

There are so many vampires! Before you know it, as they are from all the blood you suck!

- Do not tell me! How can men be the older woman is more interesting?
- Easy! Youth is an optical illusion. Mature woman is not milk, not cream, and sour cream. And if it does well pouzival life oil!

Male for fun must pay!
Is you pleasure?

- I'll reveal now the secrets of the deep personal nature.
- Maybe you shouldn't.
- No, right. But if You who let it slip, I'll have to kill You, then myself and then the person to whom You talked.

My heart stung with joy. My breast pierced by seven swords of happiness, I always cry.