Character: Timothy

- I'm an artist.
- Then dance to us!
- No, I'm an illusionist.
- What?
- Magician.
- A-a.

Friends, throw on the ruble, and who does not have a ruble, then at least a hole from a bagel!

- You three will survive the war. I another thing, I was nervous, crazy, and crazy short shelf life.
- I said: die, then die, all his life he lived without facilities, I don't have the facilities, difficulties need.
- Difficulties I'm going to create.
- Watch what happens: water nearby, wood is not necessary, in the garden, digging is not necessary.
- Yes, damn it to hell.
Why, I shudder to think...

- Rose after all, run! I you fools, fly free, and if for the money - drove a Mercedes would!
- I'll go.
- Throw a brick!
- Stop.
- Brick, come on! Come on!
- Stop.
- Kill after all!

Fedos, healthy!
Healthy.
- I mean healthy - never hurts?
- No, not hurts.
- When dying you think?
- Wednesday.
In this or the next?
- Who the hell knows, but what the environment is like for sure. A good day to Die..., then potranca... No, after dinner... Wash. You'll wash. Only water from this well.
- The same cold...
- It's cold, and I just will. Well, Thursday I lie down. On Friday, then to the cemetery, and then all weekend remember - drink, walk, right up to Monday. Here hundreds of two will leave...

- You have a very poetic view. The poems you write?
Yes.
- Read?
You give me flowers. Thank you.
You kiss my hands. Oh, My God.
But why everything is so beautiful,
If someone lives in hunger?
- Are you stupid?
- Do not tell me...
But such poems you can kill me hardly full-blown feelings.

Questions... lots of Them. Some solid questions. I could try to answer them, could try. But I won't. Because sometimes questions are more important than answers.