Character: Nicholas Urfe. Page 2

Day after day of nothingness filled me; a stranger to the loneliness of a person who has no friends, no loved, namely oblivion, the spiritual Robinson Crusoe, almost tangible, like cancer or tuberculosis cavity.

I fell out of his era, but the past I was not accepted.

A black stripe begins when I sit down and think. When I Wake up and see who I am.

We - no, some part of our soul will remain young till the hour of death... maturity inherits the simplicity of youth.

Relieved, I threw another girl, so it was easy to take the thirst for independence. Perhaps, in my favor only telling you what I almost didn't lie: before a new victim undress, considered it his duty to find out if she is aware of the difference between the bed and the altar.

I collected the victories, but by the end of study from innocence I was separated by at least a dozen girls.

- The human race - nonsense. The main thing - not to change himself.
- But Hitler, for example, also does not change.
She turned to me:
- Right. Not changed. But millions of Germans themselves have changed. That's the tragedy. Not that alone dared to become a conductor of evil. But the fact that millions of others did not dare to take the side of good.