Character: Patricia Holman. Page 1

Think about it, because to die I still would have. Now I am grateful that I had you. I could be lonely and unhappy. Then I would die willingly. Now it's harder for me. But I am full of love like a bee with honey in the evening when she returns to the hive.

- What you told me about this yesterday Bruyere? That is, his profession?
- He's an architect.
- Architect, - I repeated a few sorry. I would be pleased to hear that he's nothing.
- Well, let them architect, there is not anything special, true. Pat?
- Yes, dear.
- Nothing special, right?
Nothing, firmly believes Pat, turned to me and laughed. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Trash it - that's what!
- This room is not so silly, doesn't it, Pat? Of course, other people have the better rooms!..
- It's wonderful, your room, interrupted me Pat - absolutely beautiful room, my dear, I do not know a more beautiful!
- And I, Pat. I, of course, there are drawbacks, and I'm just a taxi driver, but...
- You're my favorite, you're stealing biscuits and whipped rum. You're lovely!
She threw herself on my neck:
- Oh, silly me, how to live well!
Only with you, Pat. True... only with you!

- Somebody always dies first. It always happens in life. But we are still far from it.
- You need to die only the lonely. Or when they hate each other. But not when one is in love.
- If we created this world, he would have looked better, isn't it?
- Life is so poorly constructed that it could not on this end...

- Our world was created by a madman who, looking at the wondrous diversity of life, not invented anything better than to destroy it.
- And then to re-create!

After all, you need to be able to lose. Otherwise it would be impossible to live.

- The surface only those who consider themselves thoughtful.
I definitely surface. I'm not particularly versed in the big issues of life. I like it just fine. Here you brought lilacs - and I'm happy.
- It's not superficiality - this is the highest philosophy.

- Too young! - she repeated. Is the only way to say. In my opinion, a person is never too young. On the contrary, he's always too old.

And when I feel very sad and I have nothing more do not understand, then I tell myself that it is better to die when one wants to live than to live to want to die.

- Do you love me? - I asked.
She shook her head.
- Do you love me?
- No. That's happiness, right?
- A great happiness.
- Then nothing can happen, right?
- Absolutely nothing, - she answered.

In love is not stupid.

I'm so happy, she said.
I stood and looked at her. She said only three words. But I have never heard them so pronounced. I knew women, but meeting them was always fleeting - some adventure, sometimes striking clocks, the lonely night, escape from himself, from despair, from emptiness. Yes, I do not seek anything else; because I knew that it is impossible to rely on anything, only myself and best friend.

- Hold me tight, she whispered. I need someone to held me tight, otherwise I will fall. I'm afraid of.
I don't think you're afraid.
Is I'm only pretending and actually I am often afraid.

- See how beautiful your room is.
- Beautiful because you're here. She will never be the same again... because you were here.

- But you don't have to wait for me. Never. Very scary to wait for something.
- You don't understand, Robbie. Scary when there is nothing to wait.