B. Barmanbek

Now, this was a combination that she wouldn__ dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare.

In the world union, prosperity is a science, self-interest a new religion, peace is at hand and the future has never looked brighter.

The worst kind of victim was the kind that was aware of nothing.

As one climbs up the ladders in society, one starts feeling more and more like an owner, less like a member of it.

I__ just an apprentice, stuck between these borrowed first and last breaths that I was given, drinking water of life, and chasing the fire of knowledge, and waiting to mingle with my eternal and faithful love, earth.

This director could say many things about duty, and self-respect, and dignity, but she knew none of these meant much in the post-modern world.

She liked who she was becoming, despite the pain and frustration it brought.

I__ likte to welcome you to the land of free, where healthy, wealthy, happy people contribute to the civilization under the protection of the rules of capitalism, laws of science and rights of universal suffrage.

You can only rise so far by climbing on others_ shoulders, you know.

She was afraid of not being able to pull herself out of the dream world, never waking up, never knowing what really happened, never realizing her goals, her hopes, her dreams.

In post-modern finance, everybody took a risk when lending or borrowing.

It__ more like he was an ant in the land of elephants. Nobody would notice his presence, no matter how much noise he might make.