Character: Artem. Page 1

There is a line of savings beyond which a person becomes just a mean dog.

The harder the metal, the more brittle. The sword of a steel will not withstand strong impact. The blade will snap, shatter like a piece of ice. A true fortress, brother, there is a combined hardness and softness, elasticity and stiffness. And that, Guodong, applies not only to the blades. Warrior also needs to be: soft and flexible, when he presses the power, solid and enduring, when he strikes.

- The system?! The hunger of their children devour!
- What?! It's not like we eat your children. Do you like to eat your children. And we don't like what you are eating their children. We like to just rule over you. But if we want to rule, we have to allow you to eat your children!

But blindness is not free got. When lying people scratching their heads, and you are silent, unspeakable accumulated, turn sour and rot. While spikes lashed, soulful pus with pain and blood came out. And when the wound started to dry up, crust covered - I strayed from the inside.

Better to be slightly injured than the significantly affected.

- Solid rubilovo! - said Artem, looking at the blood drenched room.
- You can't put all your vocabulary in one sentence sarcastically threw Mecheslav.

- Ugh! All of you, the human, idiotically arranged, I swear to brush the Sleeping - protested Circi. - Love you no pleasure, and the disease only Yes veins cut.
- Children are - remembered by Tom.
- That's it.

- Hey you, about! the Mongolian Shuudan. Yes, I just today two times almost killed!
- [teaching Artem machine] come on!
Three.

You cannot now die. Now already before.

I'm a coward and so I will be a hero.

One bullet, one death. Someone's taking a life. One hundred grams of tea to five rounds. Sausage loaf? Please quite inexpensive to fifteen lives.

The Savelyevich white sneakers the cemetery is... - singsong voice, with howls began to recite the Theme.
- And who will see... - picked up by Romych.
- The complete idiot! - finished Max.

Yeah maniac your Savelich! Luring out - calmly commented Maxim.
- And suddenly he's a werewolf? They will come, and he come become! suggested Romych.
- I wonder who? - butted the Subject.
- Yes, hamster! laughed Max. Hamster-a werewolf! What could be worse!

I remember so many unnecessary things... And can't remember the main thing: on mom's face. She died almost immediately after the war... How I wanted to remember her face. The look in her eyes. Remember how she whispered to me that I wasn't afraid of anything. The soul was willing to give. I and gave.