Book: Dead souls

A pleasant conversation is better than any dish.

You get wild, you know, if you live locked up all the time.

"May I ask you to sit in these chairs," said manilow. "Here, you will be more comfortable".
"Let me sit on the chair."
"Let you not allow," said Manilov with a smile.

Long time I did not take in hands of draughts!

In the first minute of conversation with him, I can not say: "What a pleasant and kind man!" Next the minute will not say anything, and the third will say: "the Devil knows what!" - and I go away; if not gone, will feel the deadly boredom.

... But mortal law, it is difficult to understand how this death: no matter how went the news, but only that it was news, he'll report her to another mortal, even though that is just to say, "let's See what lies dismissed!" and other mortal will gladly bend your ear, but after I will tell myself: "Yes, it's absolutely vulgar a lie, and not worth any attention!" and after that, this very hour will go look for death of the third order, telling him, after with him to exclaim with noble indignation: "What a vulgar lie!" And it will pass the whole town, and all mortals, as many as there are, hex is sure to fill and then recognize that it is not worth attention and is not worthy to talk about him.

Demanding with a light supper, consisting only in the pig, he's the same hour, undressed and climbed under the covers and slept heavily, soundly asleep in a strange way, how to sleep alone those fortunate that do not know neither hemorrhoids, nor fleas, nor too strong mental abilities.

Russ, where do you carry? Give me the answer. Is not the answer. A strange ringing filled the bell, rattles and becomes a wind torn to pieces air, flying past all that is on earth, and, glancing, postarayutsya and give her the way other peoples and Nations.

No, who is really a fist, that does not unbend in your hand.

There are people who have a passion to spoil the middle, sometimes even without any reason.

Quite of ten the parties have one stupid enough to be fool by priznano nine good.

... women, is a subject <...> just to say nothing! <...> One of their eyes is infinite, the state that drove people - and good night, nurse! So it there no hook, no pull.

... And the Church was not the place. The mayor went up - found. And there was such a crush that an Apple nowhere to fall.

Nozdryov was in a way a historical people. In any meeting where he was, not without history.