Character: Victor Sluzhkin

- The zoo and dinosaurs are there?
- No. They died out a long time ago.
- Why did they die?
- Ate each other to the last.
- And the last?
- The last died of hunger because no one else was there.

And here I stand beneath these constellations with empty hands, with holes in the pockets. No truth, no heroism, no woman, no friend, no money. No shame, no conscience.

- Viktor Sergeyevich, you know how the first medical aid?
The last can. Copper penny eyes closed.

- Viktor Sergeyevich, you don't love me?
- Love, Mary, very much.
- I without you can not live.
- Will be able.

- May I?
- No!
- Can you advise?
- No!
- SchA Obama fuck!

I define Holiness: it is when you're are not the key to happiness and when you no one is the key to happiness, but you loved people and people loved you too. Perfect love, you know? Perfect love casts out fear. The Bible.

The colors of the world grey blue. The eternal twilight beauty. Eternal neuyuta Northern charm.

I feel the space, will, cold. <...> The air - ocean. Space - can't breathe.

All uhyggelig the day, everyone is silent. But the silence by the fire unites us is stronger than all the Mexican markets. I know what means this silence. It stands for North, the night, the tides, the abandonment in the forest. It refers to our common loneliness.

I feel very much do not get. Not enough for me.

... I feel that I'm not just the flesh of this earth. I'm small - but exactly its similarity. I repeat the meaning of all the convolutions of his destiny, his love, his soul.

But if in my soul now such a great peace, so I was still right...

I'm in pain. But I'm hopelessly happy for this pain. It is a pain of my life.

- I'm doing the right thing, here.
- <...> Do you right, but that's rubbish.