Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. A hero of our time (№ 724)

Thinking about the near and possible death, I think of one yourself: other do not and this. Friends, that tomorrow I will be forgotten or, worse, erect to my account God knows what fiction; women who are embracing another, will laugh at me, so as not to excite in him the jealousy of the dead, - God bless them! Of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and no feelings. I long since don't live with your heart and head. I weighed, dismantled their own passions and actions with severe curiosity, but without.