Character: Michelle

We are fantastic growth of the Assembly of the shower the sick in a healthy world. For us there is no safe daily life, no normality, in which you can return, and the only way ahead.

Previously, I had struggled to force myself not to think about her mother; now it was amazingly easy. If I crossed that invisible line, and the open wound healed. Leave a mark, scar tissue, like people who restore disfigured face after the accident and the accident, and they can touch the scar without experiencing searing pain.

- I see you and dad hit the charity?
And it will bring him wealth.
- At least a hundred million.
Years behind bars, if you do not stop this nonsense!

- Nonsense! What fool would walk into your trap?
- Maybe it will be Belle Duke?
- Belle Duke?
Yeah.
- Do you want to fool the predator?
- Deceived before.
They were lying, right.
- That's right, cheated before. And then ended up in jail, right?
- Right.

How stupid people from respectable life!

If I have nothing to be afraid of them, and have nothing to learn from them.

How many people, who claimed something, owe their power to the fact that, fortunately, did not understand them perfectly!

- Don't pray for me, Marceline.
Why? she asked, a little bewildered.
I don't like patronage.
- You refuse God's help?
After He would be entitled to my gratitude. This creates an obligation, and I don't want them.

This tea - like hole in the dense fabric of custom, which for a while exposed the outline of being and which we patched with the same pleasure, what got done; just magical brackets, delivering the heart from the chest in the soul; just a tiny, but life-giving seed of eternity broke into time. In the outside world the noise and roar, that sleep and the quiet, raging war, busybodies and people die, some Nations are dying, others come to replace them, in their turn, too, to disappear, and amidst the deafening whirlwind, the explosions and bursts against the background of the Ecumenical movement, the fire, the collapse and revival of a vein beating of human life.
So let us drink a Cup of tea.

The language of a great, noble - nothing better, perhaps, the human body can't make, but we can't make the sunset in the chain of pokracovani, nothing lost.