Character: Alex. Page 1

- I want a new life. A different meaning.
- You have until this. And there is still time to find meaning. And while you're looking for it, you can try to look for something good in each day. I understand how you feel. I know what it's like to feel others, not such as all. But trust me, life is sometimes full of surprises. In the midst of such darkness and such horror that it seems like all meaning has disappeared, suddenly there is a light in the window, and everything changes. Please take care of yourself. I want you to have time to see your light in the window. Sometimes it takes a long time to light inflamed. And you need to be patient. You need to live. You can, I know. It's important to me. You will take care of themselves?

And such a life you love?
- She gets me.
He looked down and smiled sadly.
- Happy... you Know that's not very good wording, this is not what I wanted to hear. Life should be such as to feel pleasure from it. Not to fanaticism, not every day and not every moment. But still regularly. Life should please you, you know? And you're her.

In real life I am always with you. And you built a wall between us because you don't trust me. How can I prove to you that trust worthy, if your wall over the rainbow? Open the wall gate. Or at least a ladder I throw it. In the end, if I really will be such a villain as you thought I was a couple of months ago, you will always be able to push me back and close the door. Well, or ladder to hide. For you to decide.

Yes, the love thing is illogical, incomprehensible, mysterious. But you can either fear it, or to open up to her. It's your choice, isn't it? You can argue long about the fact that each of us is a lot of unconscious reasons to trust or not to trust the world, that all these causes come from family, from childhood. But at some point it's just time to take internally the decision: whether you want to open your heart to change that will give you life, or you refuse it. And for you it is a decision no one will accept it. If you want to change something, give the world the confidence to advance. He will answer you the same.

- Let me tell you all about it. You know that there are situations in which a person can see not only your dreams, but someone else's?
- Other people's dreams? What nonsense!
- Not nonsense. Pregnant women are able to dream of their unborn children. When they begin day-to day dream about some of the spot light, muffled sounds, not bearing seemingly no meaning, then we assume that it is a baby.
- Well, suppose it is. But what have the babies?
- Despite the fact that the baby is in the womb. His brain does not reported with the brain of the mother. At least direct communication, through the nervous system, no. As mom sees his dreams?

The woman, a true WOMAN, military girlfriend, cover the back of the warrior, is also in itself a weapon, but it is quite another. Not piercing, not slashing and chopping, but attractive and fascinating, depriving of reason and caution. To protect you from him not even the strongest armor - nothing but experience and common sense. A cool head, if you will. Those who have not, before the women's weapons are powerless like a sheep under the knife of the butcher.

You're the centurion, the nobleman, the Governor, really don't know what to rate her husband's dignity is worse than lying? Constantly reminded of the shortcomings that can not be corrected, is to slowly kill!

Don't want to be lied to - don't ask.

- Go for it! nodding to the pond, he ordered Alex.
- And there are leeches no chance? Or snakes?
- No.
- And frogs?
- Are you afraid of them?
- Well-at...
- Forward March into the water, vel! - ordered the "cat" and, smiling, he added: - I, Too, was a witch! Frogs she is afraid of snakes, well, well.

Good is always good comments.

Good eyes must see everything. When truth be told - sees. When hiding the truth - sees. Smart language is all about silent.

When I finished the book and put it to the side, outside the window was beginning to lighten. The night passed, and I hadn't noticed.

- Wine? asked Aglaya, pointing to a braided grass small jug.
- I can only pour the lady, he now will not - I refused. - I'm fine with water.
No, in the afternoon and in the heat of the alcohol even in the smallest doses I can't, somehow stomps on him then.