Character: Joe. Page 2

Much easier for me to risk my life for a man than to be nice to him, when I don't want it.

- What, even the tea will not give?
- Tea will not give, only on vodka.

Love always requires a leap upward. A large and dangerous leap over molten lava. You can break my heart or be the happiest man on earth.

What is the meaning of love for the forest, if you don't walk, if you only look at it from the train window and think you love. Yes, deep down Joe was a supporter of decisive action. The spring start. Despite the snowstorm and cloudy weather, slush and ice tire, the spring start. And the forest waited.

An injured woman walks into a hotel, and nobody cares. New York-you'll like it!

I think I'm going to marry her. I imagined what our children. The third was my favorite. The first two were great. Beautiful and charming, and clever, but the third was not like anyone. Quiet and such... silly. I have absolutely loved it. When she told me she's getting married, I don't regret the first two, I was sorry only about a third.

I'm a student. I study everything. All. All. And when my experiments to discover the beauty there, or in those people where supposed to nest ugliness and death, I can clearly see how much in life is good. And always remember this - useful. Here's the truth that I will always clearly prove.

So, sometimes, trying to untie the tangled rope, and nodes becomes larger.

Chest and I have a familiar awe, this is absolutely irrational euphoria.

I started to walk her after school, our hands slightly touched when walking, and eventually I dared to take her hand. Very soon the hand-holding turned into short careful kisses, and then kisses became long, real, interrupt only when we began to miss the air, while our inexperienced tongues hungrily explored each other. By mid-October, we became absolutely inseparable, bonded in a single unit a powerful symbiosis of raging hormones and deep affection that is miraculously feed off each other in the hidden period between childhood and adulthood when they do not contradict and do not begin to ruthlessly each other to devour.

Time does not heal, it just buries things deep in our consciousness, and they sit there as in ambush, and then at the most unexpected moment pounce!

Everyone is interested in, when you can consider love this - so here is the answer: when the pain does not go away when the wound is not healing when it's too, too late.