Character: Peter Gromov

- I am a historian. Was a historian, or rather... Heard that story - the most important of the Sciences?
I don't remember. But believe in the word.
- So, it is critical because threat. Sometimes... sometimes dangerous to dig too deep. Especially to say that dug.

In the morning, people come up with more correct ideas than in the evening.

The stars are cold toys. We do not hold them in his hands.

- It's hard to get away from romanticizing war, Peter.
- Enough to see it.

It's a ruthless drug - love. <...> And one may say that drugs are evil, but after trying them once, you're doomed. Even giving up the sweet stuff even after it - you will remember, will writhe in agony from desire to feel again - carefree euphoria of dope and violent omnipotence of ecstasy, spiritual penetration of alcohol... warm caress <...>

Surely there, on the bottom of the soul, is just something that the fear of loneliness and homelessness, fear of appearing what is, the willingness to get over yourself?..

To ask - it does not mean to receive information. Very often, on the contrary, to give it.

At the end of the old stories, the beginning of a new always is someone whose role is to take responsibility. To solve. For all of them.
Without the right to justification. No hope for leniency...

When the situation has no control over, remain powerless. Then we call it trust and rest...

But it must be to paint the dome ceiling so that the bottom of the image look correct and proportionate. Lines should be deliberately distorted. The picture must be fake and disproportionate, to a distance to resemble the truth...

How long to pack when you go away forever? <...> When you leave for the day and when away from the property loses its meaning. It's not a trip to the resort.

Infrequently it happens that, in a strange, completely unfamiliar house instantly start to feel comfortable. It depends from owners, and on the way home... well, home is only a reflection of the owners. More bright and fair. No words and smiles will not help to feel the heat, if things are kept cold.

Is the whole world consists of two types of people - Mentors and subordinates, who wisely admonished, and those who joyfully obey? And our whole life is just a toss up between the two extremes, from the role to role, from slavery into slavery? Child - parent, boss - employee... ha, Hello, Eric Berne, you're smarter than Freud... sex pales before the sweet lust for power and the joyous trembling of subordination... fades or becomes another battleground for the two only possible role...

- That's my name. Snow. Stupid name?
- No, why...
- Parents giving children a household name, should be punished for disorderly conduct, - with disgust the guy said. They say that when I was born, whole earth was covered with the first snow. And it was very beautiful.
After a pause, he thoughtfully added:
- Well, that day broke through the sewer...