Character: Evgeniy Tamantsev

Life is fucking capricious. Occasionally she smiles, but often turns his back and shows his character. Oddly enough, the day she smiled upon us.

And here I am as in the head - after all I'm today twenty-five years!
Merry birthday, nothing to say... Sitting in the dust on the attic, fleas you want to eat like Bobby, and you bite in there is nothing. And not in vain you sit, that's the main thing...
Yes, a quarter of a century - not the seeds, we can say half of life. Then the time and money to knock out who you are and what you stand?..
Say, people usually happy, but unhappy. Mine is the opposite. I like my job and position are quite satisfied. Risk like someone here who has preempted, he's alive... Appreciate me, and awards are not less than the officer on the front line, what am I missing, what?!
I mean poorly furnished attic of a brain too small... Culture is not enough, knowledge of some... well, says al Fe, it will come with time...

For the umpteenth time, I dreamt of mother.
I didn't know where her grave actually buried and if she is human. Pictures of her I had, and in reality for some reason I couldn't visualize it clearly. In the dream she appeared to me quite often, I saw her clearly, with all the wrinkles and tiny scar on his upper lip. I wanted her to smile but she just cried. A small, thin, helpless sobbing, wiping tears with a handkerchief and wept again. Just like in Porto, when a boy, a greenhorn, I went a long time in swimming, or the last time at the station, before the war, when, athula vacation, I returned to the border.
From our shack in Novorossiysk survived and the Foundation, the mother - scary thought - there was no grave, no cards, nothing... her Life was bleak, lonely, and with me she drank... As I now felt sorry for her and how I missed...
With dreams I don't fuckin ' lucky. Mother from harassing me, certainly cried, but Alexei of Baasa - he dreamed of me last weeks time and again - definitely tortured. It tortured my eyes, I saw and was not able to do anything, even lift a finger couldn't, if he was paralyzed or did not exist.
Mother and Lyosha seemed to me distinctly, but those who it tortured, I, as tried, could not see: some vague shapes, as if without faces and uncertain uniform. No matter how much I strain, and nothing to cling to: no word of a portrait, nor will anything distinct, concrete... Heavy, a nightmare is a dream - Wake up exhausted like you gutted.

About the corpses I understand and never said a word. And the slogan then, promezhdu way, were everywhere, and command us to "Destroy German spies and saboteurs!" How much we shoot ' em... Until I wised up. And now try to take at least one inanimate, Yes, you will be removed, and will have to hem.
Educating Fomchenko and Loginova, I that they are not distracted, and continued to watch. I said, and then glancing out the window, and they looked in my mouth with the eyes of a nine by twelve.

I noted that Julia is dressed shabbily and her face is sad, but even from afar it was easy to see that she is beautiful, skladanka and rich in femininity or something else, as it's called, what women like men.
Her daughter - patsanochka amusing, cheerful and very active - played near the doors hatenki, something was going on and every minute of scratching, which, however, did not spoil her mood. If fleas ate us here in the attic, are, as they raged there in huts with dirt floors they are usually full.

- Yes, they're nuts!? They be thinking of?? Personally, I'm not going anywhere!
Even if you command me, but not the first, not just go - run! Explode so that the jeep will overtake!