Character: Timur

As said one Eastern wisdom, all friends can be divided into three categories: one can be trusted with money, the other wife (or sister in my case), with the third to hide the body. And only the one who fell under all three categories, were considered the most reliable and loyal, and such a person could only be one.

It is human nature to cry. If a grown man of forty, crying is a shame. If the person is not will to show your character, how does it differ from a robot?

Is it not true? Why do you always help other people when they should help their?
- And who will help them then? Who will help a Muslim but a Muslim? Look what's happening in their country. Men attacked their land, their property, even their bodies and life. And all for profit. We also need to think about the benefits? What do you say? They are fleeing from violence in their lands, we too must be cruel? And they go to Europe? The Europeans will betray them. Some of them get there, and some left to die on the roads. What these people did? They are the terrorists? Europeans continue to harass innocent people. And we have to close its doors?!

At some point, compromise becomes an end in itself, not allowing anyone to achieve this. And therefore not allowing to do anything at all.

- Why not replace the wilting flower fresh?
But would we be able then to assess the transience of the flower?
- Why to value transience?
- To cherish the unopened Bud. To admire the blossoming flower. To remember about the red petals, when the peony has long been shed.
Why?
She watched intently, as if doubting. Then decided:
- Why appreciate the brevity of human life? She goes to immortality, become a Ghost. And in its place will come the other....
The comparison is incorrect.
"Yes," admitted Kimi. But the internal discipline we need to educate in detail, in the details. In the petals. The question is... Outlook.

The words "moral" and "customs" cause I have some associations. Vague.

- Are you still afraid of civil war, counselor?...
MA'am, I'm twenty-three years. And my entire adult life I have lived in a state of civil war: hidden, cultural, terrorist, and a few weeks after the fall of the beacons - even the total. To fear then it's too late.

We are so successful each other blackmailed, that has learned to work together.