Igor Eliseev

Oh, this tormenting concern that your neighbor__ life might be better than yours! And how great it feels when you realize that the truth is exactly the opposite; and we__e not so different after all. Nоthing brings true neighbors together like a little friendly competition.

It always turns out this way: at first people idolize you, swear to be your faithful friend forever and then spit in your tea and in your soul, too.

It is worthy of note that killing oneself and killing someone is not the same. For the former, one should lose one__ faith, for the latter, one should never have any.

I think everything__ beautiful that is done through human__ heart and soul, that makes one__ inner world visible, that gives a chance to look at oneself from outside _ everything is beautiful, even us.

All our life we had been dreaming to get through every little hole into this beautiful and unfamiliar world where parents and children love each other not for something but in spite of everything, to plunge into this fairy world entirely, settle down and live there. So why didn__ I feel happy when it happened for real?

We always humble ourselves before bastards - it has already become a tradition.

Would he as well neglect the perishing person, wouldn__ he help to get up, would he turn away? I think I know the answer is obvious. He was flying so high above each of us that after falling down he got below everybody else. To be precise, he was simply knocked down. And we, none of us, just did nothing. Thus, with everybody__ silent acquiescence, the best of us were eliminated in order to let others decay.