Character: Sophie

Love fades sooner or later, but what if the other person still loves you? Isn't that selfish? Only eternal love is not so selfish.

- Uh-huh, exactly a dollar more than yours.

I had a dream at night. I dreamed about how I woke up from a thin buzzing over the bed. I went to the window and saw him rushing on his long legs, holding a valise and a pipe. There, in the distance, I saw the land of giants, and in it was a garden, where BDV now grew fruits, berries and all kinds of vegetables, except for cabbage, which he did not want to grow. But the house was still growing stupid, otherwise what would he make the gourd from? I saw a stone door and crooked windows, and a cloak hanging by the door, and a mast right in the middle of his dwelling, and a rocking chair, and a fire in the hearth where food was prepared much tastier than before. I also saw the pages of the book he was writing. He was happy and I was happy. When I feel lonely, and this does not happen often now, I talk to him, and he hears me, because BDV hears everything, every secret whisper and hidden rustle.

There are moments when you look at a very dear person and understand how lucky you are with him.

It turns out that you can be terribly disappointed and still love a person, even if he acted like shit.

Children's book with existential problems of adults.

“Your feelings deserve admiration, beloved. But, unfortunately, you cannot spread friendship on bread.

...Why do you have a relationship with a married? Forever to look around. Relax or go for a walk, holding hands... except for three hundred miles from our town. It's not normal. You know, a real relationship is not just sex.

And here they found us...
- Military?
- ... fly to hunt people
- The enemies or ours?
They're all the same. Criminals.

He thinks I'm dangerous.
- What makes you dangerous?
- Let's be honest. Every threat, isn't it? We all abide by the rules of decency, but the stability of annoys us. The beast, trapped inside, becoming angrier and angrier.

Sophie was so cheered up, that we decided to do dinner. She grabbed everything that was on the table in a heap round the skull at the far end and began chopping the onions.
- You have probably in the eyes does not sting, my friend, she said the skull. - All your benefits.

- I miss my husband?
- In the childhood I had dysentery, typhoid and rickets, according to him, I miss him more than my husband.

- It is disgusting - to make girls miserable. - sealed it. - It is mindless and heartless!
- That done, he felt Calcifer.

Clean your house I am able, however, to purify you from the filth I can't.