Character: Pauline

Has this writer fallen from the moon? Does he really believe that if he had talent and perseverance, everything else would follow? Why! You'll get out of the corps de ballet without protection, yeah! Even if you wipe your legs up to your knees in the rehearsal hall, you won’t even get into a decent theater without protection.

- Yes, it's hard to be rich - you can't tell people the truth.

- Anton, Alexei went away from home...
- Yes you that?! So there is a need to celebrate! Champagne or better salute?
- Stop clowning around. He is forever gone...
- Pauline, stop it please. Not so much good news at once - my heartbeat starts. And grandfather?.. still out here?!

- Guys, let's go look at the station? - stuck it to comoletion.
What we have not seen? The usual gas station, the only space - indifferently shrugged the pilot. Shop with any nonsense, prices are above planetary, and shelf-life at best coming to an end.
- Well, ple-a-ASE! - whined the girl. - I still wonder, and one I'm afraid!
- What?
- Okay, shy - recovered Pauline. - And suddenly there's some aliens, as I will them to explain?
- The language of credit cards.

What do you want to I stood beside him with a fly swatter and shoo them all?

You were here Queen if wanted.

- Praskovya, he eyes on you Novostroy.
- Did not notice, grandma.
- And he quietly... Hunter.

- How do I love you?.. And for that I love you... Maybe you are good looking? Your heart is bad, the ignoble mind... You know that someday I will kill you?
- I guess not.
Not because you kill, what will stop loving or jealous, but just because it pulls. Know we are with you together is dangerous.
- It is dangerous!
- Very, very. I recently pull you off! You know, to disfigure, to strangle.

Who you guys gave the right for us to decide who we love, how we live? What do you have for girls-keep?

- And you-happy?
- I am calm.

Even when there's a reason need to get together to pull myself together. But if there is a serious reason - even more so. Now pull yourself together, go in the kitchen and put the kettle on.

- I'm allergic.
- What?
- To life.

- Well, Sarah Bernhardt... and what do we want? As I understand it, the answer will be?
- Angry? Great! Great! Weak heroines, only bad plays! And we play good, good!
- And if I'm not strong? I got myself one over!
- And still play! Play! Until the curtain is not closed - play! Play VA-Bank! Do you understand? Otherwise deadly boring to live!

A married woman, and of the twelve months of that year alone.