Character: Herman

Danila, are you crazy?!

It's just a greatble!

There's nothing wrong to hate those who deserve hatred. We love those who deserve love? Because I see no evil in revenge. It's just the reward for another evil. What had caused me earlier. All is fair. So the balance is maintained.

- 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.

That night happened to me another seizure, but it happened in a dream. I was again surrounded by the darkness of the nursery, only sparse yellow diffused beam and the rectangle of the screen. I fell, threw himself, backwards, and my norgauda severed head looked at the empty distorted frame with the holes of the perforation. My head rattled like a scooter, a slide projector. Pulsed beam every second crepe and was filled with light.
But I wasn't worried. From experience I knew that when the white shining brightness will consume all the space, I open my eyes and the morning comes.

Probably, from the height of these twelve - or nine-storey building resembled stuck in the ground headstone, the same as on the mass graves. Even the name "residential area" only strengthened the feeling of some collective tombs.

But before gisney to say goodbye, give me just one moment to be alone with you in the wonderful silence of night, thy beauty let me drunk!

What is our life? Game! Good and evil - some dreams; work, honesty - just tales for the females. So throw the fight, catch the moment of luck, let loser crying, cursing his fate!

Forgive me, heavenly creature, I broke your rest, sorry, but passion don't deny recognition. About pity, I'm dying bear to you my plea, look down from the heights of the heavenly Paradise on the death cry of the soul torn by the torment of love.

But the jealous thought that she had to have another when I footprint do not dare her to kiss me tormented. I swear to myself, but the passion of the earth in vain, I want to relieve.

I name it doesn't know, and don't want to know the earthly name of not wanting to call it.

And only one death, as the beach bustle, all of us shelter it. Who is it a mile of us, friends? Today you, tomorrow me.

Your enemy, the person who hates you gets twice as much as... well, as agree?!

In my piggy Bank billions of the most interesting stories of temptations... But the funny thing is that they have one final!