Character: San Sanych

- Don't touch me! I am a foreigner! I'm Indian. I am a subject of His Highness the Maharaja of Hyderabad!
- Do not touch it. Still a foreigner. Send the bastard to jail.

- Suits me this beard?
- You think about something else, so she didn't fall off.

- Are not you ashamed? I had to leave for a week, as you already got into this story! Previously, I had to take care of one idiot, now there are two...
- Nothing, we defend ourselves!
- Of course, defend ourselves. Just asking you, San Sanych, no kill.

- Uncle, and you can bare hand a wall to punch?
Can. Even with one finger. [and struck a poke of a finger the wall of the tank with water]

- So, put on a loop for a tooth, I threaten you, you recoil and the tooth will give them... What are you waiting for?
Is my tooth.
- Have you heard?! What a stupid! It's not yours and not even mine, it's them! I thought you were a good man, it turns out that you're a bad man. Greedy!

- You lost, Rustam. It was necessary immediately to break his arm or kneecap. And you were busy, were busy... Why so long to torture people?
- I beat him easily, I was afraid that he would kill.

One kick to the jaw, and carried on a stretcher!
Is The Caucasus. All hot heads. A noise and went. People came to listen to music, and you him in the jaw. The Caucasus has changed, in the yard of the twentieth century.

Always and everywhere defend the victim,
Defeated in a battle spare.
To achieve victory, again to her go
More important than the last one that is found.
Their superior weapons
Wear in your bosom, and sing in the way.

Can I offer you a drink? Cognac excellent!
Thank you, I don't drink!
- And you?
- No, I'm clean.
- Right! I'm your age too, tied up and again...

- Dad.
- Huh?
But still, do you think that's what Kostya liked mom?
Oh, and the puzzle you asked me.
- Well, dad!
Well than... you Know, he's a light of some kind.
- Dad, like a light bulb?
- She may like a light. You know how sometimes, in the dark light bulb "down!" and joined, and all her fly.
- Dad, well, the gnats flock to it is not.
- No, dear, good heart flock, and the nicer it is, the more near it buzzes every.

Proud of evil with your power
And the fact that most put up with him
But don't you yourself forgive,
When we evil of the lesson does not give?

Good word friend help me
And only when threatened by his enemies,
You strength of mind and hands
To invest their anger in blows and throws!
<...>
Violence sharpens steel,
But steel it is not eternal,
And you soul become stronger than steel!
When the pure soul,
A goal of human
Hand chops honed steel.

- My friend, why hit the horses? Maybe in a past life, they were respected people. Have you heard about reincarnation?
- What's the hurry? What they're chasing?
That's behind us. Hurry! Whip it!
- And if they were decent people?
- He was not! Lazy was lazy and left!

Sage feels loose and in prison.