Character: Vadim

- Yes - now, because you love me!..

Listen, what if my soul is worse than my appearance? but am I to blame... I asked nothing from people except bread - they added contempt and ridicule to it... I had heaven, earth and myself, I was rich in all feelings... I saw the sun and was content... But gradually everything disappeared: one thought, one discovery, one drop of poison - beware of this thought, Olga.

- That's his protection. He, apparently, once decided that he could not reach the beautiful, and so, well, he excluded them for himself. And how do you exclude them? And you have to consider them ugly. But these average, on the contrary, to appoint beautiful. It's easier for him.
- Masterfully edi.

In television, as in life, everyone pulls in their own direction.

There is no meaning of life. Well, how can there be a sense that you, without asking, was given and without saying will be taken away.

- I'm actually the head of the press service of the Russian Academy of Sciences. Alexander Naidenov Natalina.
- How? Again.. I'm Sorry, what? Alexander...
Natalina. It is a patronymic of the mother. You can say katchestvo!
Katchestvo? And it happens?
- How's your dad name?
- Serezha. After bribes to the registry office still not happen. And you do their men's jokes come on.. I'm a feminist.
- Women??
- No. It's a lesbian.
Baba - man?
- No, it's transvestite.
- Who is whistling?
- No whistles! I believe women are the crown of creation! And men.... neandertalensis usurpers.
- Ah! Of course... ***EN*Ty!

Romanticism is alien to us, Anton. And cynicism is at least clear. So...

- In both, says standing behind me Vadim, but it turns out the case, he is already aware of?
- It seems to me, from the very beginning know, I'm tearing up a note.
- It's like? - Vadim scratches his head.
- And. Because those who love us, look after us, - I put the torn note in the ashtray and light it - constantly. After all, rock-n-roll is dead...
- ... and we are still there - sums up Vadim.

- Anton, you're not afraid of what the project will last for us?
- No, and you? - I light afraid of?
- I am afraid - he answered honestly - not so much as scared a year ago, but I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid, I scoff, - at the very least, taiga view. They say there is a beautiful place. You were in the forest?
- No, - Vadim spits over his shoulder.

Humans - teeth, he gnaws, grinds, squeezes them. And plants here - no teeth, and as they grow quietly, and quietly die!

- What can an intelligent person to experience this country, but disgust?!
- And something I did not notice the disgust in your reporting on the advantages of the socialist way of life...
It's because between the lines has not learned to read!
- Well if you so sick, you why is still not on the Champs Elysees?
They have already plowed. Late. 46 in November. Still Champs need to cultivate when you're 20!

- All need to be able to see something good.
Even the corpses?
- And bodies in General good more than alive, and gave Vadim. In our mad century some dead much smarter than the living and can tell much more than any useless wise men, who imagine themselves to be only in words but in deeds - shaped fools. And the corpses? The corpses are always guaranteed to be silent, not telling you nasty things and insults, not throwing tantrums, they don't have to sell, they are not selfish or conceited, don't huddle and don't break, filling his price, which are not, they don't need mink coats and diamonds, and your wages they do to the lantern. Lovely guys, one word.

To listen at the door, uninformative, you never know whom could be involved!

- Okay, you're right, he's not lying, immediately changed his mind, Vadim. - Idiots not know how to lie.