Character: Nastya

- We are riding in a carriage drawn by four horses, and the governor meets us with a golden key, like Pinocchio.

- Don't do that good. More was spent on the press and television. What are the donations for these people? They tip more. With this money, you can save a person's life.
- Yes. Why?
- You are sick in your soul. You just can't be saved. You have no faith.

- I need to talk. I need to talk to someone at night. Such an oddity. Something hurts, and where, I can not understand. The doctor says psychosis. I can be smashed.
- You can't say that. It's God's will.
- Maybe this is God's will.

- Why two weddings?
- The people crave spectacles and they should get them.

- You can't serve both God and Mamon right away.
- That's why everyone serves Mamona.

- Oh, God, how to do that?
- But who knows?! Because you want to? And what you want, and asks.
- No, dear Nastya, not so live as you want, and so live as God commands
- And He tells You did? Papa tells you. And Papa, tea, not God...

Mom! How this could happen? Because anyone I have in life. And never will be dearer. If only to catch, if only she saw me, just forgiven.

"Later! Mother I will not see", - she said to herself, and remembered that last year was the first time she said that baby a sweet word "mother."

- I now do not dare to propose.
- And I'm only now able to reply you Yes.

- I'm all spent? They really think? This is unacceptable! No, I would rather trade words.
- And who said that the word Holy?

In the end we secured the machine gun on the nose "Cornflower", and Anastasia again clung to his arm, wiggle your gun left or right and even issued a "you-did". The people, tired of sitting on the dock, with a smile looked at her. And Aziz - and even with envy. He loved such things, I mean, machine guns. Anyway everything looks massive and loud shoots.
- Maybe we are attacked? - hopefully she asked me, patting the gun as a cat.

- Come on, commander. Aram stood on the raft with his legs apart, and smiled. Apparently, he liked everything. - Well, a woman wants to ride with you - let him go. It's great!
"Fine," I agreed. - Do not argue. But this stubbornness and these "want", "do not want"...
- Can I do not give for the next birthday. - Nastya climbed into the boat and got aboard. And for the New year.

It turns out that there is already perched Vladek with his fishing rod.
- Go away, - he advised us. Not raspugivali fish! And there, catch take.
On the grass beside him lay ten large zlatoglazok fishes, some of them were asleep, some even opened their mouths.
Oh, beautiful what! - Nastya spent on the side of one finger. - What are their names?
- Zbyszek, Zdenek, Tomek, Bolek. - Vladek poked a finger in fishes and viciously snorted: Is fish, they have no names! Go, go away!

And it is all the same at least for the priest, at least for the goat, though the oak stump.