Character: Masha. Page 3

... I have not once felt like I was doing something wrong. All right, all right, all turns, pleased with me, praise me, I'm the best... but still - not! But it so happened that I'm sad, and everything goes wrong, and I want to sleep twenty hours a day, because Wake does not promise special pleasures, but the heart is easy and calm, deep down I know everything is correct, everything goes according to plan, so be it.

Thank you, for love, for affection, for bread, for salt. I think I would go. As the saying goes: "there was no joy love, parting will be without sorrow".

See, I'm not very liked, well, nothing. Going to look at the world where offended there is to feeling a corner...

It turns out that you're my brother... could be prettier, well nicho, relatives don't choose, come on, kiss to celebrate.

I see you are not happy I do... Yes... never thought that we would meet again without tears of joy and friendly hugs... how does this romance? "Looking at the beam of purple sunset, we stood on the banks of the Neva, you shook his hand I took forever one sweet moment I forgot you."

Why are you hurting the one who loves you? They're defenseless because of love for you.

No, you, Bear, I don't know...

If he ate his friends, it was only because he was rude.

No, I'm not pregnant. I'm sick. And the name of my disease - hope. It really is a sickness... Because I'm always on all and all hope... And this has become nauseated.

And then took my hand and kissed the palm of my hand... no One ever kissed my palm, it turns out, it's so nice... Yes, they need true friends to kiss you where no one else ever would think of...

Dragged a nervous breakdown (which is probably not far off) and a vascular dystonia, a girlfriend of my was once this mysterious illness, me the name it was too much, so remember. This disease hurts only the intelligentsia, the cattle suffer from hemorrhoids and a hangover.

Sin is essentially a crime against your conscience. And if you have no conscience, and the judgment of God you are not afraid.

Yes, lie to yourself is an art, and I do it to perfection.

Life is very wise aunt, she distributes the cuffs and grace evenly and on merit, although we often accuse her of injustice. But... As the time comes to gather stones, and it comes time to look truth in the eye, and they, the bastards, sometimes mow, and very difficult to catch, where this capricious lady looks...