Character: Ravic. Page 2

Because we, too, will not repeat. Yesterday is over, and no tears, no pleas will not return it to us.

Murders will not achieve much. Who are often killed, would not kill for love. Otherwise death becomes something funny and insignificant. But death is never funny. It is always significant.

- You don't know how to love. You never jump in the pool.
- But you - always. That's why you always someone makes a save.

What once United us, now destroyed. We crumbled like glass beads to break the skin. Nothing steady.

Previously, it was not so: the man was more confident, he had some kind of support in life, in something he believed, something he achieved. And if it was struck by a love that helped him to survive. Today we have nothing but despair, the pitiful remnants of courage and feelings of internal and external alienation from everything. If today love comes to man, it's eating him like a fire a stack of dry hay. Nothing but her, and she becomes extremely significant, unrestrained, devastating, withering.

It's amazing to what ridiculous etiquette of grief. You catch me dead drunk and decorum would be observed. And I played chess and then went to bed. And this is not to say that I'm callous or heartless.

What is blue, Ravic thought, almost colorless blue on the horizon where the sky sinks into the water! This storm of light, covering all the sea and sky, and those eyes. They have never been so blue in Paris...

Even though it is empty, your life, but don't throw it out like a spent shell casing! She's still fit to fight when the time comes, she will need it. Not for my own sake, and not even in the name of revenge - how would you blindly nor wanted her - not out of selfishness and not even out of altruism - one way or another, but you still need to pull the world out of blood and dirt, and let you pull it even an inch it is important that you constantly fought, just fought. And while you breathe, don't pass up an opportunity to resume the struggle.

Amazing how bloodsuckers love to moralize, Ravic thought. This old rascal with the ribbon of the Legion of honor accuses me of blackmail, then how should he be ashamed of. And he still believes is right.

She took only what she approached, and as she wanted. The rest she didn't care. But that's what it was most attractive. And is it possible to be interested in man, in everything similar to you?

After all, with all your piety you a much more hostile attitude to me, than I, an utter infidel, to you.

Quiet, fireplace, books, silence... Before this I saw one philistinism. Now that dreams of a Paradise lost.

You're alive! How many people died, and wanted to live a bit more, even though just a little!

Sometimes do not understand the simplest things, he thought; in the same room as two people; one is terminally ill, and the other completely indifferent to it.