Character: Lana

- Grandma! We told you bell gave!
You still teach me! - readily snapped grandma. - Hang it on your neck, and chorus, like a young goat!
- Okay, now the end of the world - sighed resignedly Lanka.

Without sheep to us wolves, not...

- What is Good?
- <...> Is something that you will never feel a sense of shame to himself.

The darkness bestows the power, but instead takes you all over. You will never belong to her and if she wants to remind you of the place - she throws you in the mud. Not dirt on you, and you in the dirt...

- Say in new York tough, but I think, in Moscow is much harder. Here are all gloomy, never smiling.
We only have morons constantly smiling. In Russia a smile to be earned.

For reference. Love can have different forms - liquid, solid and gaseous. Chemistry were in school? Me too. My conclusion from this science is that prefer love hard, in hard currency, of course, what do you think? Ha ha! As for ether, it is not for me. The Shura romantic was not. We had a normal human relationship. Commodity-money-commodity. As for the liquid of love. Snot and drool is his wife...

But one day
I will be able to jump
Perhaps, in the abyss,
Maybe in the sky
Can..

And anyway, never trust a woman, no one - neither wife nor mistress, nor even to his mother.