In some parallel universe, she was tough, rational, tenacious, chose the right men and ate the right food. Low-fat, healthy, balanced food and impersonal, correct, “useful” men for achieving goals. In the meantime, she ate a useless hamburger, chased the wrong men, wore the wrong clothes, did odd jobs and enjoyed life.

The politics of neoliberalism and its relationship to democracy is a hot topic. Representatives of the neoliberal mainstream discussed it especially actively after the far-right coup in Chile in 1973.

It’s interesting that many people, even the ultimate atheists, are afraid to do bad things because of bad karma. For example, mistresses are advised not to take their husbands away from the family because a boomerang will fly into their beautiful backs. But is cowardly not committing a sin or bad deed really so innocent? It’s the same as saying: “Sorry, I didn’t commit murder - I got a dull knife.”

If they loved the ideal, the world, instead of an extensive network of human destinies, would be just a tiny blot on her yellowed parchment. And I loved not for his generosity, kindness and nobility, not even for his Greek profile, but for His flaws, for his crazy ideas and unique dissimilarity.

The unlived part of life is everyone’s secret treasure. There is no person who would be indifferent to him. The most common attitude towards one's own future is hope . The ability to hope is, in other words, the ability to act contrary to common sense. He who hopes sees a future where there is none; finds air where there is no support for the wings; waiting for light in the dead of night. Sadness in the present does not bother him: the future will pay all the bills.

… It is wild and unidentified. It lurks somewhere behind the bright TV screen. Behind the shiny neon of Christmas glitter. Behind the repeating New Year's lights for several years now. One has only to take one’s motionless gaze away from the monitor sparkling with ghostly lights, and an uncontrollable melancholy will flood in.

I love and I hate. Ah, this wild, oppressive ambivalence! He is my secret conscience, which always knows what I want to say, say or think, voices to me what has long been a secret to me. Yes, he is simply the keeper of my secrets and unknown, secret and strange thoughts. My subconscious.

She didn't need anyone - that's exactly how she always behaved. She thought she had screwed the system. And one day I looked around and sadly realized that I had screwed myself.

An impenetrable night tent covered the abandoned city garden, the starry sky was covered with a dirty, blue-black canopy; it seemed that all the timid light of this secluded corner was concentrated on the white road, as if cutting through the black darkness. A wave of frosty air washed over the children’s cheeks; two black figures on a rickety bench were dimly illuminated and exposed by a lantern.

He loved her on Fridays - he passionately and unbridledly loved her sharp, painful spasms and the way she passionately, with some kind of fanatical enthusiasm and absurd tragedy, gave him a blowjob. He loved her on Fridays - he loved her girlish playfulness, her silly laugh, her frankness bordering on complete despair, the peculiar charm of her irregular, ugly face and her thick, coarse hair, in which he could bury himself after another, not always stable, but frequent and expected orgasm.

Thin rays of sunlight timidly made their way through the weightless curtain, the wind opened the window, and the whole room was bathed in a marvelous stream of fresh, transparent air. The old man swallowed his saliva with pleasure, unsuccessfully trying to get up from his senile bed and hold on his lips for another moment the unique taste of fresh, transparent life.

Tell me about me... tell me on a warm autumn night... Tell me about your work, are you a prostitute? Come on, what's strange here? Unusual... Popular profession... Wherever you are, majors, rich Romans, They wrinkle their noses at the open plebs, Walled up in silks, robes and velvets... Well...you can see, this is what was destined for me. You are destined to become a street doll. After all, in our time the ability to lie under people Healthy. Need to. Not nonsense, but a necessity.

These are all millions, a scattering of unsaid words, piercing, caustic, caustic, sometimes touching, sometimes just wrong. Have you ever thought about how many of them, unfortunate, stupid, are lying somewhere far from us? Some we forget to tell our parents every day, some to our children (“well, this is too much, too emotional”), some simply imperceptibly “leak away” from us, some are frozen like sculptors in stone.