Character: Maxim

Life is a bitch and constantly kicks you in the ass when you don’t expect it.

I usually like it when children make noise, but today this was annoying too. Kolka is already nine, an adult guy, but he continues to behave as if he is five: he follows me with his tail and constantly demands attention.

I hope by morning the uncle will forget about the shoes. And so it happened - probably also because a nanny came to him at night, and they put me out for half an hour in the corridor. Walking under the door and window and listening to the long groans, at first I thought that the uncle was torturing the enemy. And when I later met a flushed and contented nanny in the corridor, I immediately understood everything. They ate my sugar.

If the town with an iron jaw you bite,
And running on this round does not have the strength,
Look at the globe, the country is big.
Get on the plane, train, bus,
Hand wave: "Bye"!

- Why did you ask?
Thought, then suddenly you just said? Well that database to bring it under... it's all here. - Max sweeping gesture around the bed where they lay.
- Of course, not just like that! I rarely have something just say so.
- Really? - Max arched one eyebrow. - And for some reason I thought you were a chatterbox.
- What? I just have something to say. And it is not always possible to remain silent when necessary. But that doesn't mean I'm just talking nonsense or what not think.

"Shame" is the word from the vocabulary of the average person who is concerned about other people's opinion and other social gruselle. <...> If you find that flickers someone, bear in mind: dreaming. A Mirage in the desert. It's just stupid seriously interested in the opinion of the Mirage...

Easier to sleep than to be awake, I since the childhood learned...

The voice of his wife was confident. The voice was accusing. The voice was suffering.

With the Devil, or rather devils subject to him, we can agree, you can sign a contract. With Chaos it is impossible to agree. We had nothing to offer him nothing.

- Moscow live! - triumphantly cried the leader. Raised my gun and started firing into the sky. - Moscow live, Russians! <...> Dude! Deniska! The police captain! From Moscow-mother! - The leader squeezed me in her arms. He smelled like sweat, leather, gunpowder and a real macho. Floundering in his hands and trying not to choke, I thought that if I were a woman got pregnant from one such arms. - Alive, alive Russia!
- Alive... - I moaned. - Where are you... brothers?

But first and foremost we are people, nothing is more important. This conclusion is the main result of the experiment called Life. Whatever capabilities we may possess, no matter how far he climbed into the depths of the Unconscious, first of all we are just men. And it gives us not magic, but a huge force. To stick together, to love and to befriend, understand, and guide each other, help and protect. We can do it! All together.

Each of us has a circle of close, we intertwine like threads in the fabric of time. Aya does not have to be merged with computer code to implement a strong bond between people. Because loving people are holding on to each other.

People mostly primitive.

When a person is in stress, he has exacerbated all the feelings.