Character: Daria. Page 1

Sometimes that turns out great trouble.

Revenge should be thinner and sleeker, so much so that the enemy after a very long time came to himself and remembered your trick like the biggest horror in my life.

No normal woman will not risk the baby's health, even for the sake of the bright ideals. And whether or not the pride of the life of the unborn child? I think not.

When you need something from a man, it is necessary to speak not "I need" and "how can I help you."

If I could not hold, it means that the companion is not so reliable.

Vacation... how much of this sound for the Russian heart merged how much it imparts. And it's true, my friends, how can any German, Englishman or Japanese a few days a year off so we could come around eleven months? Who among us did not drink vodka under the scorching sun of Egypt or not asked the Turkish entertainers to sing "Moscow nights" stuffy Antalya night? A jousting tournament in the homeland of bullfighting, where we all yell: "puck, Puck"? A poor Catholic priests in the Vatican who are frantically begin to pray, when we, dyhnuv on them fumes, drunken voice required to bring us to the icon "the inexhaustible chalice"? And the poor inhabitants of the Canary Islands, which, like woodpeckers, Dolby: "Where's the Canary's nest?" What came flooding back vospominaniia? Pulled to rest?

My man can not be a priori a militant idiot every five minutes inquiring to look me in the eye and tone of a little boy to carry the type of fuck: "Dear, let me die beside you". It needs only time to say: "I want to live this life with you", so I knew immediately that we would spend it together.

A fool climbs ahead, naivas friends to the Emperor, and very often loses his stupid head, the smart first look around without revealing yourself, and then come with a nod to the wise man and ask him to teach you how to keep your head and become Emperor the person.

My grandfather loved to tell that is almost always behind any Emperor is the grey cardinal, the man in whose hands is concentrated the real power. And while the Emperor played in the war, entertained at balls, dragging every skirt, he rules and makes decisions about the fate of the Empire.

I really love my country, hate your state.

Want it to become yours? Got up... Went and picked up!

Homo buchans, say people drinking. Buho sapiens - drunk reasonable.