Character: Cecile

At the bottom I noticed suddenly a delightful shell - pink with blue. I dived after her to the lunch did not let it go, smooth run-in. I decided that this is my talisman and I'll keep it until the end of summer. Don't know how it happened that I didn't lose it, though always losing everything. Now I hold it in my hand, pink, warm, and I want to cry.

I was vainly looking for some nice evasive phrase. I didn't want to marry him. I loved it, but didn't want to marry him. I never wanted to marry anyone else, I'm tired.

Know, 'I said,' I'm young, healthy and mindless creature, funny and stupid.

He held my hands, hugged her, my head lay on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. He was a Golden, sweet and tender, like myself, and he I was protected. When his lips found mine, I as and he trembled from the pleasure the kiss was no remorse, no shame, was only greedy, broken whisper recognition. Then I escaped and swam to the boat, which was drifting with the current. I plunged my face into the water to recover, cool off... the Water was green. I was filled with a sense of carefree, cloudless happiness.

I willingly repeated the paradox, like the phrase of Oscar Wilde: "Sin is the only bright smear, preserved on the canvas of modern life". I believe in these words, I think, much more unreservedly than if they were applied in practice. I believed that my life should be based on this motto, be inspired by them, born from it like a stamped inside out. I didn't want to take into account the emptiness of existence, its impermanence, the everyday good sense. Ideally, I pictured life as a continuous chain of baseness and meanness.

Then I stretched on the shore, I scooped up a handful of sand and passing between the fingers of yellowish gentle trickle, we thought that was the same time that this simple idea and that simple thought of pleasing.

- ... Try in practice - and immediately find yourself a lover.
- Why did you decide that I'm looking for him?
- Of course, are looking for. We're all looking for, but as they say in the village, "looking for a husband with a pitchfork in hand!"

- You always call the guy when problems arise?
- And you're not?

Of course, feminism is experiencing an unprecedented ripple effect. Having been engaged in the area of men's phantasms, left to feminists, the new Amazons rushed into the fight for marriage and successful! They hunt for their victims in sports clubs, at dusk they gather around their favorite pits, filled with water, in bars Spa hotels... They seek out their armor in expensive clothes stores...

I have a different morality: you can't accept people as they are - go away. Do not try to change them. Usually it is useless.

Perhaps her kindness was a refined form of the mind, or simply indifference.

Self - confidence is an intoxicating feeling of partnership with myself.

This is a strange feeling, haunting me with its softly melancholy, I do not hesitate to call, give him a beautiful and solemn name - sadness. It is all-consuming, such egoistic feeling that I am almost ashamed of him, and the sadness always made me respect. And now it is irritating and soft as silk envelops me and alienates others.

Cyril stepped toward me, put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him I never loved him. He seemed nice, attractive, I loved the pleasure that he gave me, but I don't need it.