Character: Mark. Page 1

- Roofing, and you have the buttons on my shirt is missing...
- So what? I have a lot of things buttons is not enough... Here I sit, waiting. Maybe some kind soul will come, I'll kill you...
- Lena and reattached?
- Well, Lena sewed...
- Represent, how many the winter of buttons has piled up.
- Hey, you never said why you broke up... was Good... Ready?
- Cooked.
- What did you break up?
- Broke up. Left.
Why?
- She had to go somewhere!

- Girls calling?
- So! Go to where you know, mark Miller.
- If you come to Chicks, I'm outta here.
Yes, it will be not like last time! Well I saw only one in the dark drunk in the club! I did not know that they were all three fools terrible! And that was taken out, I wanted on the way to land, but then felt sorry for, still went... Brought home, it was... she has such Tits!
- And I left immediately. Don't like dirt. I exchanged a few words, I was disgusted.
- And you?
- We were talking with my... about literature! She did not read anything but "Komsomolskaya Pravda", I felt sorry for her, and it's your fault, mark Miller, I had to copulate with these arthropods. But henceforth I would not allow in my house like ciliates in the shoes!
- Everything will be different! I saw all three of them! Good!
- The old man! Spare us! Take a break, be with your friends! Tomorrow I will catch up schedule.

- And your daughter's dad is virtual, and it may be that soon a new Pope will appear is not a native, but steady, and he, not you, she will say "Dad, draw me a Hippo."
- There's no need to speak to me on such topics, because I have diseased blood vessels, if you don't want to call an ambulance because I nafig someone injuring!

No, okay? I'm standing at the car, not bothering anyone! Suddenly, from behind: "WOW!" I almost vzjalsja! Turn around, and at me HERE SUCH a MONSTER rushing, and the woman behind her on a leash as water-skiing: "IT doesn't bite!" Well, of course, does not bite! IT immediately eats! Out of the jaws of the half-eaten arm sticking out! "Don't go" Aha! Lie on the ground with an asterisk - because the Ball! DC shoes remove, and that he has constipation!!! The Caucasian shepherd dog? Well, go walk on mine fields in the Caucasus! Nefig in our backyard sandbox shit to mine!

- Tell us, mark... But your wife... Natalia... In the former, the former is already... Have someone already?
- It seems that there is no one... I even left some of it because I thought that someone there.
- Which of the following?
- Yes, when the time is.
- Were the causes?
Was. She's a lawyer, she is constantly working! You know what time she coming back? She has dinner with partners. I sat... waiting, waiting... waiting for her! Well, drunk! She comes from the shower, well, and phone on the nightstand... And there is such smacka bums! I read, and there are black and green says: "Natasha! How was the trip? Call me kiss!"
- What?
- Like what? What it is he Natasha?!? You where anyone in the mouth "kiss"?! And before that, the phone two hours was not available!!! She has a great excuse - I told her every five minutes, call and let talk! Yes don't talk I'm in the way! In short, I pick up the phone, knock on his door, to be honest, not for the first time. Tear the curtain, the phone to her and say: "so what, Natasha?! How was the trip? Kiss!". She quietly said to me: "mark, I'm tired of your drunken hysteria, out. I want to clean up, I'm tired". I'm going in! The phone on the tiled floor and came out! Only very!

"You can talk about love of neighbor, but until you're ready to wash the underwear of his neighbour in the ward, which paralyzed two hands, as it makes every day an elderly woman, diaper change and wash the crotch in front of a stranger, not for money but out of compassion for the poor, love for neighbor and God will remain just empty words. Can break to pieces the forehead and erased knees in blood during the daily prayers, but till you make some act of affirming your love for one's neighbor, all your prayers are worth nothing," thought mark, watching the work at first glance, severe but is actually very good nurses, who every day washed, fed, changed diapers lonely and helpless old men and women. "Of course, it's their job, they get paid for it. But this is small money for such work. There is no compassion in any way."

I know how messy it is to change yourself. And the most depressing is that no one be blamed.

And I have to say that although we are called group psychological support for those who want to move on, none of us can go forward, not looking back. We go forward, carefully bringing the memories of those who lost. And the main goal of our small group was to understand that these recollections are not a burden, burdening the soul and makes us stagnate. No, the memory of our loved ones we should consider the gift of Heaven. And our meetings during which we shared memories, experiences and small victories, let us understand a very important thing. It's okay to be sad. Or lost. Or angry. It is normal to feel all range of emotions, perhaps not always comprehensible to others. And often for a long time. Each of us must go your own way. And we have no right to judge anyone.

It is very important not to make the dead saints. It is impossible to go forward, being in the shadow of the Saint.

When you lose a loved one, it is very difficult to plan for the future. Sometimes people begin to feel like they have lost faith in the future, sometimes they become too superstitious.

Just. Could not be easier. Devastatingly simple.

If patience, if you can wait, sooner or later you'll get lucky and you. The best predators are the most patient.

Nasty he is.
I like it, maybe even disgusting, but nothing to do, boss.
- Why do you fawn on him?
- Baby Veronica, you can't. You always kind of nervous, picky. Tell me what can I do for you?
- So you'd never been born.

- I'm hostile to women - they don't think about the future, they are volatile, they are unreliable they are... dangerous.
- Women have one thing in common - menstruation.