Character: Ilya

On such hikes, girls in tight pants should always be allowed to go forward, then the road will be filled with beauty and spectacle.

Was zero. The water turned into ice and ice into water. From the zero air fear went away but instead began to accumulate drop by drop frostbitten anger. What with Illya all right? Why is life in the corner was in the corner ends? Why is he powerless against the world? Where is the justice that he from punishment can not get away? Why is to kill a man - it turns out, and forgive - no? Why is everyone in the hands of Crookshanks? Why, but to lay hands on yourself, there is no other escape, and suicide is in hell? Well, you're a God or the owner of a slaughterhouse?! To endure. His head hiding in his hands, his neck retracting into her shoulders. On the area - not stand out, not to argue, not to argue. Gave the broom - revenge. Said to turn away; to turn away. With God to agree on the fact that the godfathers knock is not made. Thieves to get around. The guard around. In the eye not to look. Wait for freedom. Yes, where is she?!

Like all correctly made, and still in hell. Life on earth is so organized that all the people bound to hell got. Especially in Russia.

- And you, Ilya? - I asked. - You met your soul mate?
Ilya smiled and replied:
You wouldn't believe, but I'm still in the search. I feel that the time has come, but not yet met the right one.
- What should happen? - I asked. - How you feel before you your woman?
- Will be, like you said, the spark, and not just thrust. You want not only to possess her as a woman, but to Wake up beside her every morning.

- And what is love in your opinion? - I asked.
- Hmm... - Ilya frowned. - No single answer. To describe the state of love difficult. Each has it own.
- For example?
- Some love is affection. In the latter respect. The third is understanding. IV, trust and loyalty. At the fifth - something intangible. At the sixth all together.
- So, - said I, - sixth the happiest.
"Perhaps," smiled Elijah. Happiness too each his own.

- Are you married?
- Idle - untrained.
Why is it so?
- Love hinders.
- Seems to be the opposite?
- Love for a strange woman always interferes.
Well, was she okay?
- Is it? "It is given to another and will never leave him..."

- Still, why are you here?
- At first wanted to know - how are you?.. and then anything else couldn't think...
- And you said - not a maniac...
- Lied.

- What's going on with you? Silly, stupidly wrong to refer to his own fate. Clara found you experienced psychotherapist.
Tell Clara to bring back the stolen Carl clarinet... Uncomfortable.

I'm alive, live late all the time, mother, but dead-just not in a hurry.

- I do not know how to survive without you so many days. At least you missed, well, a little, a little missed me? - Mary blurted it all out in one breath, stopped, clamped her mouth and murmured in a mitten: - why, Why? You can't say that out loud.
Why?
Because if I'm going to repeat endlessly how much I love you, you get tired, you decide: this is mine, and it will disappear. Put it on the shelf and going along for the ride, to conquer new heights.

Home, boys, when you pass passport control, look confident and smile! They love it.

Bastards we are, of course.
Yeah, not without it...
- And you're okay with him?
Yes. Can't complain, PAH-PAH-PAH...
Never could understand this commandment.
- You mean adultery?
- No - about gluttony. [laugh]

You see, Alusa, any position makes you stupid. You cannot stand on one thing. The stool and one on four legs!

Man has reached such "perfection" that could destroy everything living on earth for twenty minutes.