Character: Chariton Nikiforov "Hagan"

The night of freedom from all - is this not happiness? How could we not appreciate these simple pleasures when we have them. How we suffer without them, when we get in the cage, even gold.

Just keep in mind - when it cleared, her back to the peel is not stuffed.

In the waiting room Zimin no fuss was not. As always there was silence, peace, order, and habitually well-groomed, not to say the sleek Eliza Savetovna.
- Nikiforov - as always in her voice there were signs of dissatisfaction and not-so-gentle irony, You're just like a Guidon from the tale of the poet Pushkin.
- I mean - handsome, young and rich?
- In a sense - just that, and you have a fly here, to raise my self-esteem referent Zimin, - came and began to buzz.

Ugh! Here you're like the drunk that before kocherezhky dug, why she is black, but why gnute...

If a clear understanding of the purpose no, life never turns to the man smiling face. Because even her life unpleasant if she about anything.

Men are inherently chaotic, they are ruled by instincts and momentary desires. Not everyone, of course, but the overwhelming majority - just. But women are daughters of order and stability - a sign that everything is going according to plan. Her woman outlined. Other, in fact, can not be, because men, in their opinion, incapable of reasonable and feasible planning.

Above head can not jump, below the butt will not sit down.

Here we all consider ourselves to be strategists, we all we all envisaged. Garbage. Than mnogosloinoi plan, the finer the calculation, the greater the probability of error. Our ancestors are not stupid people, long ago said, "Where fine - there and tear". And I, of course, was all fine.

- What are you going to have?
- Small gift set optimist, I plopped down on the chair. - Rope, soap, and a stool.

- Where we did not disappear.
- All your lost.

Here and guess, what kind of devil is not the horned, I thought... <...> My will, all would be killed.

"So," Vararg unclenched his fists and threw a palm to the table, what do you want for their services?
- Puppy, a sword and a drum! - I actively tapped eyelashes. And another five hundred a Popsicle!

How would say one of my friends about boring men, to the mind of which it is impossible to reach: "to Me it is easier to give than to explain why I don't want to do that."

Word not a Sparrow - fly and shit so that then six months of doing this you will be.