Character: Cantor

Opinion - it is worst than the person to offend. For the words to apologize, things can be explained or corrected, but look - it's such an intangible, elusive something, which is useless to explain. He has done his dirty work, flashed and was gone, and the feeling remained. And not even always then think, why this feeling arose.

Why is it that whenever it begins to seem that life is getting better, they begin a little to feel happy, be sure it happens some vile merzopakost!

Don't get me wrong, audacity is one of the drawbacks of youth.

But if you're going to overcome melancholy... you Have to stand up, to show the world two fingers and say that you meant everything and everyone. And do what you want, spit on all...

How little a person need for happiness! It's all relative. Sometimes for happiness we need much more and sometimes much less. Now this is for you - a Cup of coffee. Tomorrow may be a mug of brine. After a week the new boots. And I knew a time when an accomplishment was an ordinary piece of bread. A SIP of water. Or just so it doesn't hurt...

Don't look for reasons not to dig up the roots, do not disassemble the components of love, if you don't want to lose her. Make the most of it and enjoy the happiness while you are free.

Do not dare to doubt. Never, in any case, if you like - don't kill the love with a doubt, they poison life and deprived of happiness. It is better to be disappointed once again...

Cantor offered to sing for the Queen. The boy got on one knee, ran his fingers over the strings and began to sing:
- Drums, rattle, ' said the king, - Let the girls all come in. And the heart pierced the pain of the heart, So beautiful was she.
- Who is it? the king from the Marquis asked, a Sudden feeling zataya. - Quickly replied the Marquis - Cyr, Timid this - my fiancee.
- You're happier, the Marquis than I do.
There is no equal to your bride.
And if my vassal, you love me, Leave me with her together.
It is my duty to serve you, not sparing the head and unsparingly.
But if it wasn't you, I would be Severely avenged -
The Queen gathered a bouquet of flowers to a young lady, the Marquis is the same, breathing in the scent, Fell dead at the feet of the Queen...

The best cure for the losses new acquisitions.