Character: Catarina

Violence solves all problems.

Husband - the Lord your defender, life,
The head of yours. Or care about you
He works on land and at sea,
Can't sleep at night in a storm, makes cold,
While you're at home luxuriate in the warmth,
The dangers of not knowing and deprivation.
And from you he only wants love
The friendly look, obedience -
Insignificant payment for his work.
As a subject owes to the sovereign,
So the woman - his wife.
When she is obstinate, of evil, stubborn
Honest and obedient to the will of her husband,
Well, it is not a stout rebel,
A traitor to his Lord?

- So you deliberately destroy objectionable? Someone else's hands? And my including. - Understanding of it forever left a black mark in the shower. - What are you better then those on the opposite side?!
What Mariar only shrugged.
- Sometimes you have to be cruel.

- When you sit quietly and do not protrude more chances to stay alive.
- Here is how? But life is this, Katherine? What a miserable existence? With a gift, you can fight. You can win!

Say, if a good cry will help. Lie. Just salty drops on his cheeks at some point dried up, but the feeling of guilt, a piece of hot iron stuck in his chest, didn't go anywhere. Accompanying sobs shaking subsided, but the calm did not come.

- I'm sober, - has inserted the loaded word nymph. I'm not a witch.
And I'm drunk! clapping a hand to his breast, the hand, proudly said Katherine. And right now, s-s-sing. Worse, a devil will be gone.

- So what are you... a feast-and-at! - waving blossoms with a broom, screaming Katherine.
- Catch him! Get him in! cried the dragons, once again falling into the thrill of the hunt.
- Don't crowd the poor fellow, I worried, as suddenly filled with compassion for the poor fuzzy.
- Crazy, - noted SMAS, watching us. - But-with-sny.

Stand all so clean, fluffy, dressed in a new dress after a swim, well-fed and well-rested opposite the huge Windows in half of my growth and admiring the exciting action in the rays of crimson sunset. And let the half-decayed corpses from time to time... let them run past! But what type, what performance, what is the expression, damn it!

- Whatever it is, don't do this!, - said Katherine. This is a bad idea.
And why do you say that?
- Because you have all the ideas - bad, - she said. - I know you long enough, and now absolutely sure about this. If you're planning to become a pirate again, it's a bad idea.
- I won't repeat his mistakes, hurt voice said Magnus.
Exactly. Your new error is much worse, - said Katherine. In any case, don't do this

- Then we stopped to eat. You insisted that we tried the local dish called "Cuy". It was very tasty, but you were still drunk.
I'm sure by that time had started to sober up! - challenged Magnus.
- Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate...
- I am a sorcerer of wide views.
And Ragnar - no. When he found out that you feed us with the meat of Guinea pigs, he whacked you on the head with your own plate. It crashed.
- Goodbye, my love! We still would not have happened.

In the desert, you asked us to leave, saying that he decided to start a new life as cactus. Then she conjured up the thorns and threw it at us dispassionately said Katherine.
"Well," he said with dignity, given the fact that I was drunk, you must be very impressed with my marksmanship.

Sir, you marriage with me is not threatened:
This way does not win women.
And not leave you alone, so for
I head a three-legged stool
And, as jester, will cover you in this case.

Anger is ruining your beauty, as the cold
Meadows green; takes away the glory
As the wind of the kidney. Never, never
And no, your anger will not be nice.

Mother nature is smart, Yes the son of the brainless.