Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev. On the eve of (№ 323634)

But from the forest and from the river, and from the earth and from the sky, every cloud, from all the weed I'm waiting, I want happiness, I can smell it coming, hear his call! "My God is the God of light and fun" - I was so began one poem. Happiness! happiness! until life has passed, until all our members in our government, yet we're not going downhill and uphill! Damn it! We are young, not ugly, not stupid: we will win ourselves a fortune!