Character: Cyril. Page 2

- ... We're with Athanasius argue forever! I yell at him that peg understands tone, not words! Between "stop!" "sing!", "Roy!" or "mine!" for them there is no difference. And Athanasius filolog, for his words hurt, and he do not agree, - said Ul.
- And people in General - mused Cyril. - You can say "idiot!" so that people will melt from happiness. And you can say "you're wonderful." and you throw out the window.
They're wonderful, Kirill! - Lena purred, making sure Windows are not near.

It is not necessary to change the Gal... It hurts.

My wife doesn't like sex.
She doesn't like you, not sex. I also do not like.

- By the way, you know the Asin number by heart?
- You know... When you love someone, you know... of Course!

Grandma, please tell me you maybe hurry up? We have, then there's still time... But you, in my opinion, not very.

- Utter nonsense, ' I said. All these big words and beautiful pose... "they shall not pass", "still it moves", "homeland or death", "ready to die for their beliefs" - all this becomes nonsense when it comes to real death... this is All for the children. And for adults that they are being manipulated...
Natalia nodded approvingly.
- She moves, - I said. - Isn't it? She turns, and they can not pass, the Motherland remains Motherland even if death becomes death, and nobody is ready to die, but sometimes it's easier to die than to betray...

And I realized, what am I here so much not enough normal people. The crazy grandmother with the surname White her moronic servants, killers in black, even Felix, appeared like a Jack in the box - all this was not people, but characters in the theater of the absurd. As weird as scrubbing tentacles along the shore of the beast, or hurrying to a rendezvous with him by speed tank, but in human form.
But the woman drinking her tea, was real. Normal. The most ordinary and banal things - they just are. And even this idea is real because utterly banal

I love you. I figured I'd tell her... I can't do it anymore... She's like... Sleeping beauty... a Princess is dead. There... there but beauty is nothing... I wanted... Wanted to dig, to catch hold of something... empty... Empty.

- How he died? - ... - Climbed the Apple tree behind the watermelon, then his cherry and crushed?

The essence of all things hearken - if you describe it truthfully.

I'll never be able to change the world. But I will be able to defend its last right, the only thing a man can have - the right to be themselves. The right to cultivate his garden.

Why you never confuse, the sunrise or the sunset when you see it over the sea?