Character: Svyatoslav Koifman

Suffering not bulk. There is what you want, but not in the spatial dimensions. In time, in the air, in look, in the dream, most dream - not only in the number of pages and not in inches.

... the heart has the same rules as chess. Made a move to pereshagivaete impossible. Not even close.

Over the past thirty years, her attack lost the passion with which Japanese pilots was lifted in the air their fighters on the night of the attack on pearl Harbor, however, from time to time I have had the opportunity to feel the wrath of the deity kamikaze lover to memory loss in your Mikado in what is possible and, in General, want to die.

Innuendo will always contain more meaning than what is expressed to the end.

Peter the great had to stay an additional three hundred years, and forge ahead with construction of its "navigation schools", because even in the late twentieth century, and even exchanging fifth decade, someone still suddenly discovers that is on the wrong track. Therefore, the fault of the Navigator that, in General, it is not surprising, as all is usually the fault of the Jews, and the pilot, judging by the end, natural it is.

Because there is no past does not exist. Faulkner is absolutely right. But not in the sense that your past is always with you, and that, coming from your past, don't turn around without end. Just turn out the light and leave the room. Vacate the room. And don't turn into a pillar of salt. Don't look back.

... this whole sensual element without a trace disappeared, it's like I had in the beginning only to lure, to mislead, to recolor beyond recognition simple and obvious idea that the textbook assumes only school, but love - only a sense of responsibility and hard work. And no fun. I realized that the system works this way, and that all this is a great trick. However, it was clear something else - an understanding of the nature of fraud does not mean that you do not want to be deceived again. Being of sound mind and good consciousness.

"So," I sighed. - About different names and sweet marmalade... do You know why it's called "marmalade"?
Dean shook his head and looked at his watch again. Like the glass in his hand wasn't enough.
- The fact that the Queen of Scotland, - I continued, - once told his cook sugar oranges. It is unknown why she got that idea into your head, but I wanted Queen Mary of the unknown in medieval times treats. And when you cook all of this food, it was the French maid and the Queen said that the appetite was gone. And the eyes of a frustrated chef, this is the maid the whole plate and eat up. Yes, the French are still saying "Marie malade", which meant "Marie is sick". Since then, it went "Mariemalade". Funny story?

The day after the wedding the happy husband was kicked out of a cozy family nest, which he had not been given to twist. <...> Klavdia Feodorovna was a decent girl and a completely different look at gender relations. She was pretty surprised that someone of her colleagues could come to mind are dirty thoughts. She even could not imagine, what harmful effects of conventional yogurt on the immature sexual consciousness of Soviet professors. Anyway spunky Those with a snap shot from two-bedroom apartments Claudia Fedorovna, and habitually unbearable the life of her subordinates turned this time into a living hell. Suffering in Saigon, where just at that time the Americans behind the scenes were already occupying the former barracks of the French colonialists. And I, incidentally, had to work there. To survive in the jungle of the Mekong. Of course, as the trembling of a Vietnamese peasant.
"Ave you seen Vietcong, son? You haven't? You're lying, dirty native swine! Die, son-of-a..."
("The Viet Cong did not see, son? No? Don't lie to me, you filthy native! Die, you bas--". Per. from English.)

Due to the strong mentality and a lack of fastidiousness in the choice of means she succeeded, and most likely that is why she suddenly got it into her head that she needs a husband. <...> Wasn't she so naive to believe all the crap about reliable male hands which in old age support, and in youth is also something there - playful, restless and curious. Plus, nimble as a ferret. Only careless. The more that her feminine hand was more of a whole bunch of men.

... suddenly it seemed to me that normal people do not exist. Maybe they exist, but the definition of "normality" or "I am not crazy" is still more self-esteem, concise and incredibly boastful autobiography, but not the description of a fully functional system.

The acuteness of perception of happiness is very, very rare. Not many people manage to experience it. Even when happiness is right here it is, the man still seems - no, not maybe.

The orderlies and nurses didn't recognize me. <...> They used to take any expression of elation with caution. Their experience told them that irrational enthusiasm often ends in tears. Chlorpromazine, in their opinion, in this case, was the most reliable means.

Ignorantia non est argumentum. In ponderously means: "the Less you know - still do not live longer".