Character: Yuri Zhivago

It's terrible - began in mind their own village Yuri Andreevich. - You can hardly imagine what the Cup of suffering and drank in this unhappy war Jewish population. Taking her just within his forced settlement. And known, for their suffering, extortion and ruin him, even in addition pay pogroms, harassment and accusation that these people have insufficient patriotism. And how be it when the enemy they have all the rights, and we have exposed one to persecution. The most controversial hate them, its basis. Just annoying that would be to touch and positioning. Their poverty and overcrowding, their weakness and inability to repel the attacks. It is not clear. There is something fatal.

- I have to tell you - there is no death.
This tells the doctor or a poet?
- Well, what are we afraid of? The uncertainty... not knowing what will be there. But I assure you - the fact that we all know that.
Know?
- Yes, we know! And each of us.
- How?
But we were already dead. And rose again. Every one of them. Was dead before he was born and raised with the birth. About how! But we are not hurt or scared before birth?
- No.
- No? So either there is no death, or it is not terrible.

I'll put the traits on your paper, as after a terrible storm, blowing up the sea to the ground, lay down on the sand the traces of the strongest, furthest zaplesnevevshego waves. Broken sinuous line throws the sea pumice, cork, shells, algae, the light and weightless that it could raise from the bottom. This stretching endlessly into the distance, the coast border of the high surf. So you nailed the storm of life to me, my pride. So I'll portray you.

How well do you all know? Human, especially female nature is so dark and controversial! Some area of disgust you might be more subordinate to him than anyone else, someone you love voluntarily, without coercion.

It is generally believed that commonly at night, I dream that day, in the Wake, made a strong impression. I have the opposite observation.
I have noticed that things barely seen a day of thought, not brought to clarity, words without soul and neglected, returning night, clothed in flesh and blood, and become subjects of dreams, as if in compensation for the day-them contempt.

... don't love Thrifty and so hurriedly, as if out of fear, would not have then love even more.

Sunday. In the gross form, as it is claimed to comfort the weak, it is alien to me. And Christ's words about the living and the dead I had always understood differently. Where you place these swarms scored all the goals? For them is not enough the universe, and God, good and meaning will have to get out of the world. Will crush them in this greedy animal crowd.
But all the time the same is limitless identical life fills the universe and is updated every hour in countless combinations and transformations. Here you are resurrected you, and you already raised when we were born, and did not notice.
Whether you're in pain, feels if the fabric of your breakup? So, in other words, what will happen to your consciousness? But what is consciousness? Consider. Consciously wanting to sleep - true sleep, a conscious attempt to sense in the work of their own digestion - a true disorder of its innervation. Consciousness is poison, a means of self-poisoning for the subject who applies it to himself. Consciousness - light, beating out the consciousness illuminates the road in front of us, so as not to stumble. Consciousness is lighted lights ahead of the engine. Please be their light inwards and there will be a disaster.
So, what will happen to your consciousness? Your. Your. And what are you? That's the catch. Face it. What you remember, what part was aware of its composition? Your kidneys, liver, blood vessels? No, as you may recall, you've always found yourself in the outer, active manifestation in the deeds of your hands, in the family, in others. And now more closely. People in other people is the soul of man. That's what you are, that's what breathed, ate, drank life your consciousness. Your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what? In others, you were not in others remain. And what a difference that then it will be called memory. It will be you included in the future.
Finally, the last. Nothing to worry about. There is no death.