Singer: Sergei Minayev. Page 4

I think you need to get paid from booze, tobacco, clothes and drugs. Oh, and coupons for meals at restaurants.

People lived and died in order to become tomorrow's news on Twitter. In the city that they loved, and who they are not.

It is no secret that when watching someone else's depression, laced with severe alcohol/drug addiction, a catastrophic domestic problems and a complete lack of perspective, his own position in this life that seems unbearable to you, once filled with weight, significance and understanding of the fact that there are those who are worse.

Women - this is my career, my poetry, my University, or something... No, of course I was never a gigolo. Just through women learned life, different social backgrounds, different businesses, parties. They led me forward, I was guided in this world by the outbreak of passions is worse than beacons. I all the time was not enough, I keep someone fascinated in someone in love, someone fall in love with, someone won. And winning, immediately began to fight for their freedom. It's a vicious circle. Now I realize that we still love each other mutually - the world of girls and Andrey Mirkin. I'm polygamous and quickly Presidium, they are terrible possessive and insatiable animals. But without each other we can't, "this is love", the song "Mumiy Troll". Yes, indeed - I may not meet the standard for a reliable life partner, but create for each her own world. Tell me, is it possible for it to blame the young man? Overall I am the perfect reincarnation of Casanova: single, fascinated and windy. I don't ask much, I just need to constantly surprise. Unlike modern men, I don't treat the woman like a rubber doll, which in addition has to feed and clothe. For me, each of them - the universe. Is it my fault that other universe is smaller than my kitchen? I am a researcher, not a stripper. I always need new discoveries. Is that too much to ask?

- So this time the plan is suitable to the two most tear-stained...
Or two with the greedy eyes?
- As a rule, are one and the same.

..."Moscow" - the restaurant is very trendy and trendy restaurants go for anything. Go is - last.

Just you mind you, it's in Moscow, people choose between "Marik" and... what did you call it then?
- "Mario."
Yeah, that's it. Choose between the tavern and the tavern abruptly or choose between Maschke once or Petka twice, and in the province all the harder. Someone chooses between the "Baltic" six and "Baltika" number nine, but someone between milk and bread.

I clearly understand that the days of friendship were passionately in fifth grade, when you became a man "inseparable" after the first football game. In our age, it is not the case. And if I communicate with the person, it is either for joint interest/arrangement or due to my personal plans for him. Whether this happens because of my cynicism, whether because of the approaching thirty when you keep time with the ones acquired at this moment.

No one wants to talk about unpleasant things, it's too vulgar and too load.

All events and characters, all the filth and horrors described society invented by the author. Because the reality is even more disgusting and horrible...

We are all here alone. And we're dead.

Our parents, barely holding back the tears, watch as we take apart all the fact that they were so expensive. With horror and reverence, they freeze at the Windows of rooms in which we were born, in spite of what we do on the street. "What a pity, - they think it is a shame that of all the possible ways they chose the path of destruction."

Could I imagine that all this gray mass, which ran through the streets, going back at one point, and on their own? I think that the way it all turn? Did they? Really, nothing has changed? Or no, not so. Are we so nothing changed?

Only one way out - to hang myself, but we choose life because it's easier.