Алиса Пермякова

The article below is nasty. It describes nothing but composite portraits of all the personality types and does not refer to any one particular person. Rather, like the description of any clinical picture, it takes in the extreme manifestations, the ones where everything has gone completely to pot. So if you are of a delicate disposition, please do not read any further. Everyone else: dig out every last reserve of your sense of humour. Right then, off we go.

Like all Cholerics, Lida pretty much despised weakness, and the chief weakness of all was admitting to it. The phrase "we are only human" made her seethe inwardly, because as she understood it, it meant an unconditional surrender to the circumstances of life. She demanded the same of her pupils, though in a milder form: "to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield".

Oleg was an absolutely magical man. Lanky, full of energy, vivid, with astonishingly laughing eyes. That laughter seemed to be brewing away inside him and spilling out in generous helpings the moment he opened his mouth and dropped a remark. No, it was not straightforward laughter: it disguised itself as criticism or as admiration, it put on the cloak of alarm or the veil of delight — but however Oleg waved his arms about, however he raised his eyebrows, however he rolled his eyes, Tanya always

It has been building up, aching, asking to be written, itching and nagging — in short, it is high time this article was written. Whom we choose as a partner, and how. There are plenty of theories describing compatibility. Some go by the stars, some by coffee grounds, some by the I Ching; the Kama Sutra goes by the size of the genitals, and one man I know seriously believes that compatibility should be matched by absolute body weight in kilograms. In short, there are many theories, but we work with one — coherent