Character: Stanislav Vorobyev, "Matchmaker"

- Who are you? - did not calm down the atomic scientists, the whole covered with earth and grass, which it plenty lie the feet of the steppe.
Service nine-one-one - friendly replied me. We always where lawlessness and people need help.
- Funny, - hissed the man.
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- Funny - I agreed with him. - But in fact the way it is. You are alive, the bad guys don't. So the truth I told you.

And it was also true. Here's how we tried, the banal and the wheel could not do. It seems a simple thing, all clear, difficulties does not cause, even to invent is not necessary, just do it. Only here Fig. What came out of the hands of our artisans, while a full wheel will not name. A shame, of course, but it happened. We know all about atoms, space, and organic chemistry, but can't do the simplest thing. Because working with your hands and head are two different things.

The best people in our Cabinet of curiosities, ' I mumbled...

Military happiness is like a swing that you're up, then someone else.

I believe every beast, and to him, the hedgehog, - I'll wait.

Enemies easy to find, friends are harder.

- Go see for yourself. - Scientist's eyes were shining, he was obviously excited.
I hope you want to show me a naked woman with a big, beautiful, soft Breasts and long legs? - sigh, I rose to my feet. - If not, then I'll be upset.

- Well then, begin at out there to dig the trench. Not haltura with the soul.
- The trench - it's such a pit in which the man hides, to him, God forbid, killed? - said Odessa.

- That's right, tricky eyes blazing, too, raised my voice in Odessa. Died you died - everything is fair, without any torsion of the stain. So I'm going to obey orders?
- Go, - let me and lowering his voice asked: - have You ever machine was holding in his hands?
Well, until fifteen years I on the tit of the female even palm didn't touch, but when turned up the opportunity, figured out as what? - calmly replied the inhabitant of Odessa.

Democracy. - I snapped my fingers and cast an inquiring glance on gold. - Familiar word.
Is when several people tell others that happiness is everything, then happiness only comes to him, and everyone else is given the Fig - explained gold helpful. - Something like that.

Well, if this case pans out... Okay, the Sabbath, nothing is so unhealthy as the premature dream of its completion.

How, then, Greenberg's, my neighbor in the barracks were talking about? "They don't like to rule, they like to direct those who govern".