Character: Ivanov Nikolay Alekseevich

I will carry all: and depression, and psychopathy, and the devastation and the loss of his wife, and their early old age, and loneliness, but not demolished, will not stand I your mockery of himself.

I was married for passionate love and swore to love forever, but... it's been five years, she still loves me, and I don't feel neither love nor pity, a kind of emptiness, fatigue.

Extra people, extra words, the need to answer stupid questions is, doctor, exhausted me to the disease. I became irritable, quick-tempered, harsh, petty to the point that I don't recognize myself.

I'm sorry, you smell of vodka. It's Misha, it's disgusting.

Doctor, you too bad doctor, if you assume that a person can restrain themselves indefinitely.

And all this our romance - General, and battered it fell apart and lost ground. She comes cheerful spirit, strong, and gave him a helping hand. It is beautiful and seems to be true in novels, but in real life...

Naive the man is a fool. You women manage to Navicat so, what have you got out and nice and cool, and warm, and not as silly as it seems. Just that you all have a way? While male healthy, strong and happy, you don't pay any attention to him, but as soon as he rolled down an inclined plane and became Lazarus to sing, you are just throwing themselves at him. Is to be the wife of a strong and brave person worse than to be a nurse some tear loser?

Not marry you nor Jewish, nor psycho, nor blue stockings, but choose something commonplace, grey, with no bright colors, no unnecessary sounds. The build template. Than grayer and more monotonous background, the better. My dear, you do not fight alone thousands, do not fight with windmills, do not beat your head against the wall... God bless you from all sorts of rational farms, extraordinary schools, hot words... Lock yourself in your sink and do your little God-given thing, It's warmer, more honest and healthier.