Book: Starukha

And they're all just pale shadows, and they had kissed, sitting next to me alive, but withered by time, without a body, without blood, a heart without desires, with eyes without fire, is also almost a shadow.

Always beautiful bold.

Health will always be enough for life. Health! Do you have some money and would not spend them? Health is also gold.

Those who do not know how to live, lay down to sleep. Those that life is sweet, here - sing.

- Well, you went to Poland... - I prompted her.
Yes... with the little Polish girl. He was funny and sneaky. When he needed a woman, he fins me a cat, his tongue hot med tech, and when he didn't want me, then flipped me like a whip. Time we walked by the river, and here he told me proud, insulting word. Oh! Oh!.. I was angry! I boiled the resin! I took him in my arms and, as a child, he was small, - lifted up, squeezing his hips so that he turned blue all over. So I swung and threw him off the Bank into the river. He shouted. It is ridiculous to shout. I was looking down at him, and he floundered there, in the water. I left then. And never met him. I was happy in it: never met after those who once loved. It was a bad meeting, still as if dead.

Everything has an end.

Who does nothing so nothing will happen.

The punishment of a person - in him.

Freedom from everything is a punishment.

For everything a person takes, he pays him: his intelligence and strength, and sometimes life.

In life there is always a feat. And those who do not find them for yourself - they just are lazy or cowards or don't understand life because, if only people understood life, everyone wanted to leave behind its shadow in it.

Not less than a plague destroys the love of people.

To live is to be able to do anything.