Sergey Lukyanenko - Night Watch

8/15/2009 07:25:00 PM In ,

How many of there are, so unhappy, not knowing how to be happy. How I long to take pity on you, how I long to help you. To touch you through the Twilight - gently, with no force at all. To give you just a little confidence in yourself, just a tiny bit of optimism, a gram of willpower, a crumb of irony. To help you so that you can help others.

But I can't.