Character: Girl

- It's all there in essence. And small print.

- What if he got lost? If he forgot everything? Absolutely everything?

- But, he already has a rose, and I need you.

- Oh... will have to amputate...

- Well, I've grown up and have not forgotten about the Little Prince.

- Rubbish! That's right, rubbish. Although your version sounds better. I'm just a hoarder. A little bit of a hoarder.

- Of course. The main thing is to pay attention to what is happening around. It seems to me that this solution is practically a panacea. This is very, very important.

Uncle, kill Hitler! My dad beats Hitler the same way, and my mother was killed by a bomb. I live far away with my grandmother. Hitler won't get me, but my grandmother said that we should help beat all hitlers. I tied my mitten and left my finger free to better press the hook, my grandmother said. Mittens are warm, wear them to health.

Fir tree, fir tree forest scent.
She needs a very beautiful outfit.
Let this Christmas tree over the festive hour
Each needle makes us happy, makes us happy.
The tree loves a cheerful children.
We welcome to the festival guests.
Let this Christmas tree over the festive hour
Each needle makes us happy, makes us happy.

Talking dolphins, talking,
Say really say.
How glisten in the sun back
It's us swim dolphins
Now they speak!
But we caught dolphins undecideds,
They are silently smiling at us from the waves.
We gave them too smiled
But they are not guessed,
That talk they had...

Ash gray world. A world without light and sound. The world became lifeless. I want to leave here - where I have not been there, had gone everyone else. I am sick and tired of how to change the world. Tired of breaking up. So tired of it all...

- How you could destroy a mini-market value of seven million, to rescue the girl, which asked for a total of twenty-five thousand?
- Fuck you! [girl journalist]
- Excellent answer!

- Why do you live in different houses?
- Because we are different people, but unites us in love.
- That is, the bridge is your love?
- Hmm, Yes. I guess you're right.

Adults laugh when I cry. When I laugh, they don't like it because it means I did something that does not suit them.