Character: Natasha Petrova

- Not the saddest, but the wisest.

- It's good that you didn't say: I'm happy. Usually, lying doesn't bother me. Yes, I can lie myself. But sometimes the lie is unbearable.

- True, when it comes to a small misfortune, and not about a genuine one.

All people are still rejoicing in summer, and autumn is already in my blood.

Do not leave me! I am not able to be alone. I'm not a heroine. My character is by no means heroic.

- In this vodka in my glass, in a piece of meat on the stove and, I hope, in both of us ...

I always thought that life was terribly long and therefore it was not worth being together all the time. You will miss.

- I know there's a war going on. And at such a time, it's funny to cry because of trivia. But I roar and that's it. Despite the fact that somewhere far from us dozens of battles are played.
- I understand that. War has nothing to do with it. Let hundreds of thousands of people be killed somewhere... If you cut your finger, the pain will not subside.

Why, in fact, we show much more interest in the misfortune of their neighbors, rather than to happiness? Does this mean that man is a jealous beast?

It is strange how much we get advice from everywhere. The man is a master to give advice to others.

- Do you live here?
Yes. Temporarily.
- All live here temporarily. But many get stuck for life.

- You can't be one?
- I feel bad when I'm alone, Robert. I like the ivy. Whenever I be alone, and I'm starting to creep on the floor and die.

It's already autumn. And in the fall should not be one. To survive the fall and so hard enough.

- I know nothing about you, she said. - Don't want to know. Everyone has their own problems, its own history, and to devote them to other, in my opinion, just boring. Bored to stupor.