Character: Adam. Page 4

Universe - a world full of wonders. I can spend hours and hours looking at the sky. So many stars. So many secrets. But there is one special star, looking at her, I remember about a special person...

If in my life there will be at least some hope, I'll do it.

My father is sick with Alzheimer's, and cancer. Because of this, my mother is very worried, and sometimes it just pisses me off. I don't want to talk to her, I drop her calls.
- You're such a dick. It turns out her husband can't talk to her, and her only son does not want to.

Wisdom is not enclosed
In the deep understanding of things
Vague, abstract and us
Far, but knowing
Every day that we see before us,
All the rest is vanity of vanities,
Smoke, reckless daring; they
The ignorance born darkness,
The immaturity of reasoning about matters
Closest.

But their sensors have recorded failure in the analysis of cosmic radiation.
Adam, I'm having lunch. Talk normal.
- I'm sorry. You see, the star tracker system...
Stop. No more black holes, cosmic background radiation and Rovers. Lunchtime is for guy talk. And the men talk about women, the weather, and so on. Okay?

- I? I'm laureatom Lenin prize?
- You'll be poor. And old. Still bald.

Well, for your talent!
- Suppose it is a disease.

- Firstly, will not the Soviet government.
- Where did she go? Shaw will go to Israel?

I don't read bellitristiki, young man. I'm tired of the characters. They are very noisy. Now, if the novel was without words, I would love to read.
- Then it would be a picture.
- Here. Exactly! True painting, I also do not see she is absorbed into me, against my will, like water in the sand. If I hour downtime at the picture, it will be only a blank canvas. Rather dirty.

- Hello splainin!
Inna, you're the student of Philology. It's time to finally have a sense of the word.
- Sorry, I won't. As water?
- So. Neither myself nor the people.

- Well? Where tonight?
- I'm not bothered you for a month?
- Well, you. No.
- Well then let's skip the commercials years seventeen. It will be one thousand nine seventy-five. Summer, August.
Oh my goodness, sho will happen to me? I'll already be married? Or even a widow?
- Madam, I'm not a fortune teller.
- Just a little bit. Sho are you silent? So Yes or no?
- No. Then no.
- Sho suddenly?
- I'm not a fortune teller, I am a prophet. For example, I will be seventy - that I know.
- Oh, will you?
- Will-be, crazy live for a long time, especially with the help.

I remember we decided to be friends?
Yeah.
I don't want.
Tessa, - warningly says Adam.
- Nothing bad will happen.
But then it will be painful.
It hurts now.

- I will tell you what happens at the end of the century, in 2000 year. Will not the Soviet power, really.
- Well, and what will happen under capitalism?
- A lot of things is but little that remains.

- And with the police for you to deal ever?
- Something like that. When I was three, I accidentally prevented a Bank robbery.