Character: Laura

Because people are noisy. They must be very noisy. Their cars, their music, their endless conversations. People are always noisy. All. All the noise, because I'm afraid of silence. And all run, if only to keep up, exhausted, grasping teeth for any opportunity, erased fingers in blood, tear your nails, lose the soul in its desire to break out of the flow, not to dissolve in solitude, lost and forgotten by all. No one understands that insurance against loneliness does not exist.

In one second a person loses all desires, aspirations, even dreams. He hardens in her grief, motionless, surrounded by a swirl of other people's lives. His soul cries out, but who will hear this silent scream? All run past, no one pays attention to his terrible, mournful howl. But he was so long, so helpless, so bloody, like these flowers, whose juice seeping between my clenched in a fist with your fingers.

- Dad, when am I going to die?
- You never do.
- And if from cholera? Cholera, PA?
- My hands and nails don't bite...
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- Valerochka, don't worry. You soon. First my grandma dies and grandpa, then my aunt with uncle Vova, then aunt World uncle Arik dies. Birce LON gyoren.
- Mom, come on, do not scare the child.
What is this? I told you - when will that be?

... Is looking for me...
- ... I felt that here something [turns away]... of Course, quarreled with them, and clung to me. Go -- I don't want to see you...
What?
- You're just like all...
But...
- If you don't leave, I will.
- Wait... Wait! [hugs] We joined forces, right?
Yeah?.. Well, next time. I need to run.
- Gretel!

- He's such a good... [crying] so good. And I'm almost already in love with him.
- Still, a hundred thousand right hundred thousand left, what's not to love then?

According to popular misconception there is nothing easier than to gather strength; if you want, and they will appear by themselves

... for a writer is a very important discipline. Should start from the beginning and describe everything in order.

Things can always look different, it all depends on the angle of view.

When you read something, it's nice to know that the author... in short, the author knows what he's talking about.

Money blind eyes, and expensive clothes, and jewelry. But all this is nothing more than a glittery facade behind which hide our sins and mistakes.

- What are you doing, Matti?
- Hack Into The Pentagon.
Okay, I'll go look for the pot.

I lived a life absolutely. I missed a lot. But I was able to hear the voice of love in your heart and never betray him.

- No one will whisper behind your back, no one will show you finger, I started with resentment.
- Come on, - she repeated.
And I knew that first of all Eleanor wanted to protect me from myself. She wanted to warn me and not allow myself to saying a bunch of things for which I would be ashamed. Because I would never forgive myself if I hurt Grinel a word.

And yet... even I was doubtful. My soul was screaming about having to kiss Grinel, about the only correct thing, but the mind was afraid. What if she doesn't respond? What if she gets mad? And I listened to your mind, your fear, woven of doubt.
Eleanor looked down and turned away.
From anger, I wanted to bite off his hand.