Character: Clerve. Page 3

- ... Other women compared to you - for me now the same, what's wrong with colored postcards compared to the dancers of Degas.
Lillian laughed.
- Do you mean ugly and fat ballet rats, which he always painted?
- No. I'm talking about the picture in the house LaValle - the captivating dancer in motion. Her face only outlined a few strokes, and everyone can see their dream.
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- Apparently, you should always leave some free space; you do not need to complete the picture, otherwise there will be scope for imagination. What do you think?
"Yes," said Kleha. - The person always becomes a prisoner of his own dreams, not someone else's.

There are people who always and everywhere a snack. Even in hell they'll bring the sandwiches.

Discipline - a commendable quality. But sometimes it is possible to stumble. And when he stumbles a sort of steadfast subject - it's funny; you have to show at the right time a little humanity. Let Holman dares and get a runny nose, but again to believe in themselves. It's better than to be cautious and to consider himself a cripple.

Happiness can be understood in different ways.

And then I started thinking about that almost everything we own, we were given dead.

- I want something to celebrate.
- What?
- Explosion of the senses.

They say that only the human brain is capable of inventing the means by which man surpasses his own speed. It's not true. Is a louse climbing in the plumage of the eagle, does not exceed itself in speed?

- You can either be a spectator or actor.
- Or both.
I prefer to be a spectator. People who are trying to combine both, attain perfection.

- You have said that you are a very beautiful woman?
"Yes," said Lilian, rising. - And, moreover, in less primitive terms.

Today you were visiting the bourgeoisie, for whom life is a kitchen, salon and bedroom, where they understand that life is a sailing boat, on which too many sails, so that at any moment she could roll over. You need to get some rest.

- What kind of love is not the opposite of truth?
"No," said Lilian, rising. - The opposite of love is death. Bitter enchantment of love help us for a short time to forget about it. Therefore, anyone who is even slightly acquainted with death, familiar and loving. Lillian wore the dress. But it is also a half-truth. Is it possible to be friends with death?
- Of course not. We only know that it is the opposite of life, not love, that's all, but it is doubtful.

We should have no fear of dead, he said, while the sled slid down a twisty road.
We don't have a lot, ' muttered Lillian.

- The fate of anyone not to go, he said impatiently. And no one knows when it will catch you. What is the meaning of to bargain with the time? And what is, in essence, long life? Long past. Our future each time lasts only to a following sigh. No one knows what will happen then. Each of us lives by the minute. All that awaits us after this very moment, with only hopes and illusions.

- Sometimes you can be wise. And it scares me.
- I am not. After all, it is one word. They juggle, when you do not have the strength to go on; then they again forget. They are similar to the bursts of the fountain: listen to them some time, and then begin to hear what words can Express.