Character: Leela

Wars are raging around. Around poverty and bitterness. At any second, something can happen to you that you will not have enough tears to mourn your fate. And what do you spend your time on? On a theology course! Are you still trying to understand what the Holy Spirit is? Come on! This world was not created by the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, but by the devil. Better look at the necklace Stefano gave me. It's pearls.

Adults themselves want us to lie. They are looking forward to it. Live in your perfect little world and pretend we do eat cookies Yes, watching a TV show.

- Is it bad to talk with others? - I muttered.
Okay. But only when there is nobody.

What we call luck is actually the result of natural laws, the theory of probability.

- There is light and something else. But you do not know. She paused. - You don't know, because you have no tears, and you don't understand what it means to be sad together.
Yeah, I don't understand. We are not often sad, Leela.
Yeah, you don't often be sad. You or mad, or were indifferent, laughed or was like that
what you call brave. But that's not bravery.
- And what it is. Leela?
Fear to give out their real feelings. Fear of tears. I fear that you will not consider for a man. In Russia men cry and remain courageous. And you never opened your heart.

Sadness is sometimes the only happiness.

Strange how it turns out in life. None of us knew the real truth, we just walked blindly and in the end got to the truth, but was going the wrong way.