Character: Natasha Petrova. Page 1

All that are reasons in and of itself suspicious.

Sometimes a person loses courage. And sometimes it seems that the disappointment can be used. But it's not. Each time they inflict all the more pain. Such pain, which is terribly. It seems that every time burns all the more, and each time the pain goes away slowly.

... Beauty passes. Old age is not for many to face. For her, obviously, something more than beauty.

Women love helpless men. It's their secret.

- How hard a poor person in America to enjoy the love! Without their own apartment is almost impossible. Country is probably full of inconsolable masturbators. Prostitutes in these sterile latitudes, I have not seen. Athletic build, police, exempted from military service thanks to his physique, grab these feeble beginnings of erotica in the streets like a stray dog pugs, and deliver them to a ruthless judges who sentenced them to large fines. And where people make love?
- In cars.

Winter awakens the appetite. While the streets are snow, chocolate cake is the best medicine.

I don't know if you're lying.
- The only way you can tell that I still think is unfair. Very old-fashioned principle. The injustices do not exist, only bad luck.

Feelings are irrelevant to truth.

- Actually, there's nothing I really don't know about you.
- You know too much. And this prevents love.

- ... perhaps, to blame the fall; I feel her more than you. Autumn rush and everything becomes null and void. And man wants... Yes, what does he want?
- Love.

Person who is prone to elevated feelings, usually deceives himself and others.

- You drank a lot?
Not a drop. I haven't been drinking, except coffee and sadness.

- Can you cook?
- How to say it. Know how to grill steaks and open cans.

- I generally like to stay in a hotel. In hotels is never boring. People come and go. Say Hello and goodbye. This is the best moments in life.
- You think so?
The least boring, anyway. And all that is between them... But the big hotels impersonal. There too conceals their emotions. You think the air smells of adventure, but to join him is impossible.