Character: Gennady Skaryatin

... life is beautiful, life is medialuna woman!

Why that morning was so sick and sad why the world seemed disgusting, unbearable stranger? The hatred of the surrounding reality, stunned, crushed to faint. <...> Anything like that then it never happened. But sometimes, encountering the same sickening hatred of life in conversations with "oborotnyami" or in the books fashionable writers, Skaryatin wondered, once he has experienced this devastating condition, he still could not forget, and they made their disgust the profession. Poor, poor, even as they are with this worm-eaten a stirring in your soul?

Some time will have to live in a rented apartment, to suffer in separation, to check your feelings. Although what nonsense! Don't you test the feelings, and the feelings checking up on you.

As Granny Marfa said: "the Wife does not puddle and get my husband".

Not woman scolding like a man harrow...

After "thakurganj" that Cossack drinks with Paulownia hill to the legitimate half saw Isidore confessed: he was stunned by meeting with Marina at the Bolshoi theatre. And when he found out that she is married to Gena...
<...>
But Marina said, "No-when!" Now just friends. "We're only friends. How strange..." drinking after "thakurganj"?
- "Saposoa".
- Not heard. Like this?
And this is when the Cossack throwing down your hat and says: "Oh you all to hell, will not jump!"

Many years ago he also suffered, wondering what the Marina with Isidore. What happens to a woman if she goes to another? What's it like? Like your shirt, adjacent to the new male body? Or more complicated: and your ex is more like a flattened fish that changes color depending on the bottom, to which clung?

Life is painful, even if all you've got. Maybe this is even more sad.

-... I'm a free woman of the North-East...
And I am a free man!
- Gennady Pavlovich, do not start with deception. It is enough that the fraud usually ends.

And suddenly, after death will be that heaven is an infinite ocean beach with coarse white sand rhythmically light lapping waves, so clear that you may count the scales on a fish's backs. On the beach, as far the eye, bliss naked, young, beautiful people. A lot of them, thousands, millions, billions... Some are swimming, others sunbathing, others, hungry, go near a grove of trees, tear off branches and eat juicy fruits unprecedented. And sated and Pospelov, there, under the trees, whimsical, love each other in the grass, quiet sliding over the shuddering bodies. And you can spend hours, days, years, centuries to go the shore, ankle deep in warm water, look around, get to know acquaintances in earthly life, to talk, to laugh, to drink for the meeting heavenly wine, tart, funny, but not leaving the shade of a hangover. And again to wander through the endless sand, catching snippets of conversations and understanding all, because there, they speak the common tongue, which you apparently knew on earth, but never superfluous did not use them. <...> Perhaps, in Paradise man wakes up in his best season, in his Prime, in carnal luxury. No, no, he gets that body, what kind of dreamed in front of the mirror, suffering from imperfection. But in this case how to know the host of dreamy nudity friends, family, loved ones, mutually or one-sided? And anyone don't need to know. You just have to go through beginningless and endless curving, enjoy the sun, life and eternity...

And now... He was nodding Isidore, and he caught a strange novelty at first, attributing it to the hangover of cagnolatti being, but then I realized what it was. Now, when they come out the whole truth, it ceased to torment the jealous imagination. The deceived husband is no longer imagined, tormented, bed complicity Laskay and the chief. On the contrary, he seemed to have covered the dear remains of love coffin lid, leaving declivity in obscure darkness.

"Strange... Where words disappear?" thought Skaryatin. In his childhood he was constantly heard: "Gene, don't spoil your appetite!", "Gene, put the cookie down!", "Gene, do not come to the jam, won't be hungry!" This appetite seemed defenseless reptiles that can easily kill the spine - and then there will be starvation. Now, about the appetite, no one remembers. Not even audible to some mother yelled at the child, tucking away the harmful sweetness: "Come on! Won't be hungry!"

- And if from the meetings to the country's future?
- If the future depends on the rallies, it's a disaster, - Ilya sighed.

Somewhere it is written that in Russian army was a custom: if the regiment was in the last battle, in the rear left from each company, one officer, two NCOs and ten privates, to divorce, to new recruits, hillbilly louts, to raise a new regiment with the old traditions and heroic. It seems that in 1991 for divorce or not left, or too little...