Book: One Thousand Souls

We don't care who reigns in France - Philippe or Napoleon, the Queen, though married to give the Turkish Sultan, but that conscription was not. But it is very sensitive and close to our heart, who we zagadivat, who is the Governor of our.

... Smoking our I even the rough is what you want, toraysee property. Very many people in the world, whose hearts can not touch nor prayers, nor tears, nor blatant truth; but humor them and they will soften to tenderness, to life;

In the literature, as in life, you have to remember one rule that the man will be a thousand times repent that was saying a lot, but never that little!

And let me say! Empty speech with nothing and end.

Ahma, youth, youth! Mind you, maybe more against us, the elderly heart is not enough!

Pride is of two kinds: the noble one - the desire to be the best, desire to improve; this pride - belonging to great men: it reinforces their works, gives them the strength to overcome obstacles and reach their goal. And this pride is to throw your weight around in front of a small man - ugh! I do not care it wants; why would she? This pride is stupid, ridiculous.

Prohibit the child to frolic - so poison the best moments of life and to spoil the clean, bright joy.

Before CHERISHED, he seemed a demigod, and now TREASURED it - the future the General or the owner of five hundred souls. Reverie, sensation, which once worked to spread good-natured Karamzin, none of this in sight: vanity and vanity, the outer gloss and inner emptiness gave young heart.

They have disadvantages from each other to correct with love and gentleness, not abuse

For us, the children of the current century, glory... love the world... ideas... immortality is nothing before comfort. All this in the hearts of our random: the only one he's standing in front of our path with its immeasurable power. It is to him that we direct all our efforts. He's our idol, and the sacrifice he brought all expensive, at least for this it was necessary to tear the closest part of our hearts, to sever his main artery and blood to come, but only blazenko, at the foot of our Golden calf! To comfort is to labor, to consumption, life!.. For the comfort of tens of years to bend, bow, curve conscience!.. For comfort throw family, home, riding a circle of light, drown, die of starvation in the steppes!.. For the comfort of clean and unclean by looking for the inheritance; for the comfort of taking bribes and committing, finally, crimes!..