Character: Olga. Page 2

I'm not capable of languid sadness,
I don't like to dream in silence
Il on the balcony the night is dark
To sigh from the depths of the soul.
Why breathe, when happily
My youthful days, are they?
I'm carefree and playful,
Everyone calls me a child.

- Olenka, you understand English?
- I hope. I am Shakespeare in the original read.
- What you say! That's what an educated person! I also once knew overseas. I even had a friend Frenchman from Odessa.

- Are you tired?
- I am willing to carry You a lifetime!
- Do not take on such a heavy burden, overstrain!
- You easy.
But I have a bad temper.

- What if I told you what the meaning of life is not supposed to look at someone else? If I tell you that it can only grow, like a flower, and that all the seeds are already there in your soul? If I tell you that neither the boss nor the other people can't take care of this flower for you? What do you think about this?
- I think you're fond of metaphors, man. I only have one life, soil for my flower. And I want to understand what it is to grow.
- Then it all depends on the kind of soil. In Antarctica do not grow oranges, and the forest is unlikely to grow coconut tree. But nothing prevents you to build the greenhouse and to put any soil, if you want to grow something specific. Only then will have to make great efforts to harvest is not frozen and died. What if the boss or someone else told you: your meaning - here is the orange. Would you grow an orange tree? Even if you don't like oranges? Or do you force yourself to like them, since I don't want to think about what you want to grow?
- I will soon be allergic to oranges...

The nature of male sexuality is fully described in classical literature. Karenina have no desire to change Anna because he was old, and she first cheated on him. And Othello not Desdemona was unfaithful because he was a moor, and Desdemona the first everywhere scattered handkerchiefs. And Pierre Bezukhov's not cheating on Natasha, because I was fat and unattractive. But in all other cases, all, absolutely all of the characters change.

- You -- do you know anyone from the elderly? - he ejaculated.
- Of course. With Cardamom, for example.
Oh, it is terrible for the mental health of the person was. She-she will swoon!
Himself?!
No, damn it! Only with the right little finger of his left foot!

- Do you know how to do anything?
- Of course not.
- H-yeah...
And he was busily eyebrows.
In this case, you will have to arrange for a responsible position.

A single female there. Between women there is no difference - if without love. And if there is love, there is this very big difference and then, on top of the woman, no longer needed.

Be quiet! - shaking himself from the thoughts, said Timur Olga. You mean people always thought, and they'll retaliate.

... Three years ago we were the daughters of burghers, and Frida is an orphan, a tavern wench, we passed by, not even looking at her; of course, we were too arrogant, but how she raised us. However, that night at the hotel, you could already notice which now have a relationship: Frieda with the whip in hand, and I was in the crowd of servants.

Trust me, women's attitudes to the officials it is difficult to determine, or rather very easily. In love there is no shortage. Unrequited love from the officials does not happen.

When one inexperienced in everyday human life as Sortini, suddenly fall in love to country girl, the feeling, of course, takes a different form than when it falls for some carpenter apprentice. And besides, we must remember that between the official and the daughter of a cobbler - a huge gap, and through it we must somehow build a bridge.

I've often watched the funeral from a window. Only I was still on the drum. It was interesting just who died and what... But someone lost the meaning of life... someone the whole world collapsed...