Book: Kvarteronka

However, even among the misfortunes of our soul is sometimes given to the minute joys. Nature does not allow grief lasted continuously, and sometimes people need to shake off your worries.

People do not want to part with life, unless you have all the means to save themselves. No matter how strong the despair, however, there are people, the spirit of which it cannot break.

Yes, you have to truly have a strong spirit to shake off the shackles which hold a person's upbringing, habits, customs, the whole way of life.

Only the low, vain soul can revel in this victory, only a cruel heart can rejoice in the love that is not able to share!

I was afraid he would attack me openly. I was sure that he feels defeated and scared. I have already had to meet such people, and I knew I was defeated, they immediately wimp out. It was not brave, and squirt.

... the inevitability of the transformation of the Patriarch, the despot.

For a long time we exchange only incoherent exclamations. We were too happy to speak. We were silent - talked our hearts.

Low often stretches to great. The monster may be inflamed with a passion for beauty.

The fact that he is beside her and talks with her-not a reason to be jealous.

Romance does not live in aristocratic circles with their ridiculous customs, and foolish ceremonies; she doesn't wear brilliant uniforms and court eschews gaudy celebrations. Stars, medals and titles are alien to her. Purple and gilding kill her.
The romance must be sought in other places - among the great and mighty nature, though not only there. It can be found among fields and oak forests, among the rocks and lakes, as well as on the crowded streets of big cities. For the Motherland is it in human hearts - the hearts that are covered with high aspirations and struggling in the breast of the people, thirsting for Freedom and Love.

In many romantic life is not an illusion.

Honestly, I think that slavery Louisiana blacks less humiliating than the situation of the white slaves in England. The unfortunate black slave was defeated in battle, he deserves respect and can assume that it belongs to the honorable category of prisoners of war. He was made a slave by force. Whereas you, the grocer, the butcher and the Baker - and, perhaps, you, my snobby salesman who considers himself a free man! - all of you became slaves voluntarily. Do you support the political machinations that every year takes you half of the income each year is expelled from the country hundreds of thousands of your brothers, otherwise your state will die from stagnation of blood. And all this you accept meekly and humbly. Moreover, you are always ready to shout "Crucify him!" when they see someone who is trying to deal with this situation and glorify the one who wants to add a new link to your fetters.

Vanity is not peculiar to one particular nation, this phenomenon is widespread.

During these six months I have gained much more life experience than the last six years of my life.