Character: No one

- But what about my love for you ?, because it is endless.

Have you seen their merger, Darling?

- What if I get killed?
- No one will notice.

The Christ whom I honor is hostile to your Christ.

You can't stop the clouds by building a ship.

- Why are all Russians called Nadezhda?
- Because Hope dies last!

... Surely they wanted another son, a son with normal hair, a son who showed interest in the school and who was elected Chairperson of the student Council; a son, which would lead home a neat and modest girls in neat skirts and pink blouses, and not one who all day sits in room and reads some strange books. Probably they thought: "He is not native to us. No one knows who were his parents. So it's not our fault". And they were right.

It is often so difficult to understand which option is correct.

If you need something, don't wait until you will. You have to take yourself. Because you will do nothing. Nothing.

- It turns out that you're the one not to tell anyone. They still don't believe in you. And if you're the only one who can keep my secrets, you are my truest friend. And it turns out that I thought wrong when I thought that friends should be five or six.
Yes, Yes, so it goes, - I am happy and smiling like I never smiled.

Once again getting down on the pillow Lisa, I could not resist and asked:
- And who are these who "may not know" ?
- Adults - of course she replied.
To me this was not enough, and I asked again:
- Why?
- Because when adults get older, they are awful in anything then don't believe. And still squint like this... Lisa was an adult who really believes in nothing.
- Oh, yeah...
Now I certainly knew what the adults.

Here. Still, I am. I exist. Talking about me around. I the most that neither is the most important part in the mechanism of this world. But if I am, then still it is necessary for someone, isn't it?

For some reason, the older I get, the faster time goes. I still of course understand this question, but I think that the cause is human blindness. The older - the less sighted. It's like once you forget to wipe the window. It suddenly turbid, and almost nothing is visible.

Adults, children. As the anthill. Running around in a hurry, worried. Well, exactly like ants, only they are able to carry on their backs the burden, surpassing in severity the weight, but people only think you can carry more, but actually not half mastered.