SelfPub: Understand

You see, my dear, a naughty boy: you can talk a lot and also on the merits. If the truth to come to light wish earlier, that words are destined to get lost in the deep woods.
You know, nobody likes clear truths. Easier to put a bullet into his forehead than to say: "Let's...". And pursuing someone blooming the sun of life, hope that you will get certainly in heaven.