Character: Julia

Most people don't have a library or a billiard room in their apartment - and nothing, they do!

Mark, you're a grown man, not a character by shel Silverstein, contemplating their emotional Lavochki on the stump of a tree that went from him to build cottages or something else.

It paid, she said, it was camouflage. If you kept the small rules you could break the big.

- The art was only a temporary salvation, a distraction. And one would have to return to your life.
- Real art doesn't distract, it helps to focus. Changing lives for the better.

- I never know if you're joking or talking seriously.
- I'm always serious when I'm joking.

... hope draws us enticing pictures of future joys, but she is wary of too bright colors, so there is no disappointment. When the heart, worthy of happiness, connect the destiny, the crowning virtue of their never-fading wreath of humble, innocent flowers; and only the foolish passion interweaves this lush wreath of the rose, the thorns of which prick painfully when flies her petals!

Woman as you need discretion, if your heart is so weak!

- Are you going to give me lessons of love?
Anthony stared at her, and moved closer to his chair:
- You remember what he did almost every night when I was little - I mean, before you had the dream?
- Read under the covers by flashlight.
- Why are you not lit the overhead light in the room?
- So you thought I was sleeping, while I secretly swallowed books...
And you never wondered what kind of magic you have a torch?
- N-no... why should I?..
- Went out if your flashlight at least once in all those years?
"No," puzzled, said Julia.
- But you've never had to change the batteries in it.

If a man rejects the advances, which makes him a woman, she is inclined to come to one of two conclusions: either he is gay or impotent.

I calculated that engaged only one day, but it seems these twenty-four hours and only started to truly live. Think! We could forever dream about each other, pretending not to notice each other. We are all so obsessed with the dignity that they are ready to sacrifice for his happiness.

Started. I gave a speech: nobody will marry a person whose main happiness in life - to peel anything for birdies and balls. Rob retorted: vixen, black stockings. Well, in that spirit. Love rapidly went downhill. Perhaps only our common thought was, "what the hell, we talked a lot for four months?" Do what?

Markham V. Reynolds, commander of the camellias, has finally materialized. Had me showered with compliments, invited to dinner - and not just anywhere but in "Claridge". I'm with Regal negligence agreed ("Claridge"? Yes, heard of this), and then three days suffered because of his hairstyle. Well, I have a pretty new dress, at least I saved on the suffering of what to wear.

Your questions are sensitive, considerate - and very reminiscent of blows with a cudgel on the head.

God, I so want to lie on the sofa and have to get up and get dressy dress. Love is love, but mark is a huge burden for my wardrobe.