Character: Natalie

Sometimes you are faced with incredibly difficult choices. And everything ends badly, no matter what you do.

As a child, I went to church in the evenings - on Sunday and Wednesday. Like any decent Baptist. I even liked it. The world seemed simple and clear. As I got older, I realized that it wasn't. God, I was told, endowed people with freedom, but I could not understand why there is so much pain in the world. Why does God, who is so kind and loving, allow innocent people to suffer?

- Of course, that's why it can't be cured.

- I want to help veterans with post-traumatic syndrome. Now such doctors are needed. Experienced in the war sometimes does not leave a person and at home.

The local people don't like change. The slightest change deprives them of peace of mind.

...most of the happiness we get through the people.

Every little detail can be a big deal if it is treated carefully and with love.

And joyful, and sad - all the more valuable, as it is an experience, a life in which every moment has its meaning.

- And suddenly her bad - Natalie muttered, rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers.
- If you're hungover, it does not mean that it should be available to all.

- How do we get them? Without any explanation?
Is the only way. Never need to explain anything.

World of illusions is able to destroy the real world...

... Maybe you have too, is such a state of buzz when you, say, buy an obscenely expensive purse, knowing that your Bank loan are already at the limit. There comes a time when you just physically can't stop. When it seems that your whole existence depends on this bag, and your soul screams, relishing it. Are you willing to risk your reputation, career, ready to sit in debtor's prison, it's all about the purse. "Yes, Yes, please, just take my card, the girl, and let me out the fucking su-mon-of chuuuuuu!!!"

Vicious, the Former must by definition remain flawed at best. Then you know exactly how to behave towards them. Can with a clear conscience to hate them, unable to wish them evil, I can hope that milk is their life sooner or later turn sour and curdle - and all because you know: they are the embodiment of Vice and should get what they deserve.

If a woman likes a man, she constantly to the point and out of place - inserts his name into the conversation.