Character: Ravic. Page 4

Strange how everything it touches body, bed, linen, bath even, - deprived of human warmth, instantly mortified. Having lost heat, becomes repulsive things.

If you're in the way, nothing should hold you back, nothing to worry about. Is that a fleeting relationship, but nothing more.

When life is so hectic, it is better not to get used to too many things.

I realized that not only his mind but also his whole flesh: hands and nerves and strange, not his usual tenderness, - all waiting for her.

Better a moment of shame, but then enjoy the peace.

How nice that you're here.

From a little empty room exuded hopelessness, longing, and November.

There will always be a new war?
- Because the memory of the fake memories, ' I said. Is a sieve which will pass into oblivion and all the terrible, turning the past into a continuous adventure. In memory-each character. About the war have the right to tell only who they passed it to the end. But somehow they just silenced forever.
Ravitch shook his head.
Just a person does not feel others ' pain, he said. - That's the point. And someone else's death doesn't feel. It takes quite some time, and he remembers only one thing: how he survived.

Even in the most difficult times we need to think a little about comfort.

Sometimes love is not a joy, isn't it?

We! What an unusual word! The most mysterious in the world.

They should not be having discussions, he thought. Always be the loser. They logic? They turn it inside out. Words will not help here, it requires a case.

- What do you take me, Joan? he said. - Better look out the window, the sky completely - the crimson, gold and blue... Does the sun asked what was the weather yesterday? Whether the war in China or Spain? How many thousands of people were born and died in this minute? The sun rises - and that's it. And you want me to ask! Your shoulders as bronze, under its rays, and I still have about something you ask? In the red light of dawn your eyes as the sea of the ancient Greeks, violet and vinovenue, and I should be interested in God knows what? You're with me, and I, like a fool, have to rake up the dead leaves of the past? What do you take me, Joan?
She wiped her tears.
A long time ago I have not heard such words.
- So you were no longer surrounded by people, and idols.

Get out from the darkness, the cold and rain! At least for a few days.