Character: Sasha. Page 3

- The man I love, for a woman me thinks. I care about him. Exactly.
The fool! Yes, it's not a problem - I'll have his head.
Suicide is a sin...

Can't help - do not go!

I do not fear death, because I know that will not die! - Straighten your back and look into his dark vertical pupil of the eye.
He smiled, hugging my waist.
- Even so, it is necessary to be afraid of it and don't rush. Even a tiny stupid bug and then tries to survive and is not down feet.
And what is it? You're the God of death!
- The fact of the matter is Sasha! - He gently kisses on the neck, and pulling back, again looking into the eyes. - No matter how ridiculous it sounds, but the God of death loves life! I'm not a God of evil as you would think. That we have APOP these sins. No life and no death. The creature is born, grows, lives and dies. The fear of death and lust for life is natural.

He's an idiot.
- He is a coward. It is more dangerous.

Go home... Think about tomorrow and don't know what someone else's already climbed in your life and everything in it crossed out.

- It is very important that the orange man give a woman. It's a tradition. Eve tempted Adam that is orange.
I thought that Apple, ' I said.
Sticky hands and on the lips sweetly. Only in your mouth a little burn.
- Everyone thinks so. But this is a mistake. The word "orange" has two other words - "APEL" and "sin". "APEL" is really "Apple" and "sin" is a sin. If you translate from English. Here goes - "the Apple of sin." So eve gave to Adam it is orange. And no not the Apple.

- I called you.
- 53 times. It at one time more than 52. And why did you call?
- Wanted to know how you're doing, tell you that all my went to the South, there was a sculptor in a nearby shop, but he's deaf, now,
and I play as much as you want. And yet, I love you.
- Are you sure?
- Absolutely. He and all the guys can't hear.

... half my life I spent in field camps, many times had the opportunity to "prematurely to rest", had seen... things. But to hate and could not. I think I was never capable of that feeling. Contempt, disgust, resentment, Yes, it was. And the hatred never came. They say women at all hard to learn this feeling. I, of course, the woman specific, but in this respect, by contrast, was traditional.

On difficult books easier to study.

- Bone, you're my brother.
- No, Sasha, brother - this is when blood, and the other is around.

- There was a time when you're not commanded?
- A couple of years before I was born.

- But you asked. Why me? Why I'm a whore. As it has become.
I don't ask.
- And you ask. I'm not ashamed. I think you're the only one? Then you know how many? Feral. Lonely. Who have no one to complain to. They are drawn to me. To me, magnet. You know? Me. And if they do not accept... do Not give them... Throw it all... the Dirt, the horror of your... Anger. Tenderness. They then ozvereet. You men are so made. They come to me are - shaking directly from life. And I soothe them. World give them. You know? World. Comfort to them. They will poke - poke will... will Cry... will Cry... Poslabljajut... Subside. The fly is buttoned up. And can you still have to go to live without war.

What do you mean? There's no one there. And the uncle, probably drunk.

Her the trouble: game theory assumes rational players ' motivation. And people don't behave rationally.