Character: Natasha

- Mayonnaise! I’ll write you a list so I don’t forget.

- Want tea? - she interrupted, as if finding it difficult to continue this conversation, which happens to all chaste and harshly honest hearts when they are told about them with praise.

Our future happiness must somehow be suffered again; buy it with some new torment. By suffering, everything is purified.

Oh, why are we not all happy!

- It's still bad when everything comes to a person at once.
- What, "everything"?
- What? Happiness.
- And how should it come?
- Gradually and for a very long time. So that it was enough for a lifetime. And then it will flash like a match. No light, no hello...

We are memories.

- Do not you believe that it is our place?
- No, no, why, we are willing to believe.
- Then what is it?
- But where is the proof?
- Ah, the evidence... Please! You have a shovel?
- Girl, and the excavator do you need? Doctor, we have an excavator?

- I in this city the best, Natasha, and you know it! I'm here buzz! I went out - and then the river. And there's your Moscow, four times a year, the tiles shift...
- That is such an accomplishment my man: came - and the river! And become the best in the country, you don't want.

- Means, so it was necessary, maybe it's fate.
Yes. Doom. Punishment of heaven. Gypsy evil eye. Damage. What are the other options?

- Lord, what a shame. I'd never felt the need to stand in a stupid hat and apron, advertising cheap sausage, one, two, three, four, five... I mentally think not to pierce with a knife cut the sausage, silicone Tits this chicken. Trying to control his emotions. And boil even more, when our Izmailov views collide. He nods to me, and I continue to burn him with her eyes.
- Keep walking, Nikita... - whisper with a plea, not wanting another second to be in the company of this man.
You know that miracle? with a grin again, his voice this little dog. And here is what I have suffered. Rip off the heads of the stupid cap, tossing them to the blonde. Izmailov rushed to me, but I shoved a knife aggressively and hissed like a wild cat.
- Stay back, Izmailov, and baby rubber take, until I get it on the sausage not allowed - this Nikita obviously, I wasn't expecting. Around us a crowd had gathered, he ran the guards, lashing out at me, taking a knife and taking away from the trading floor.
- Since when are you friends with such an inadequate hysterical? the hysterical squeals like a stuck for the whole store.
- NAT, forget about it. Come on, Izmailov hurry to leave the store, saving me to your Madam.

- Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art, as Stanislavski said!
- Talking, but not screaming.
- It is possible!

- Andrew, I need to understand if we can work together? Speak directly.
- You can, especially if you rarely meet.

We, intellectuals tend to do tricks, and then a long time to torment yourself.

- Congratulations! Succeeded. Grabbed the rich, famous.
- You're shameless, daughter. I just love it.
- Love, love. The rich and famous have always loved.