Book: The insulted and injured. Page 3

... was in Paris one crazy official.. when he was mad, this is what we invented for his pleasure: he was naked at home, absolutely, Adam, left one the shoes, throw on a cloak to toe, rolling in it and important, majestic mine out on the street. Well, from the side to see the man, walking himself in a wide cloak for his pleasure. But only he had happened to meet some passer-by, somewhere alone so there was nobody, he silently went to him with the most serious and profound, suddenly stopped in front of him, unrolled his cloak and showed himself in all... the sincerity. It lasted one minute, then it was wrapped again and silently, not moving not a single muscle of the face, walked past the stunned amazement of the audience is important, smoothly, like a shadow in the hamlet.

If only he could be (which, however, human nature can never be), if could be that each of us described all of my ins and outs, but so that is not afraid to explain not only what he is afraid to tell and would not tell people not only that he is afraid to tell his best friends, but even what is sometimes afraid to admit to myself - that because the light would rise, then such a stench that we would all have to choke.

Themselves sorrows create, and even complain...

Ah, what we are demanding, what capricious despots!

... I do recall that once or twice you on the street met, but you yourself, apparently, avoided me, and I well approached, if you see a person avoids.

It infuriates me that I, like a fool, like the lowest scoundrel, everyone is able to have such low, such weak feelings... I think I'm losing my mind with grief... Nonsense! I threw, I forgot my old feelings! I have no memories... Yes! Yes! Yes! and Yes!

For you, quill-driver, all charming, if only the skirt was loose.

The old men loved each other. And love, and long-term Smychka bound them inextricably... He respected her and loved infinitely, despite the fact that it was a woman only the good and never knew how to love only him, and was terribly grieved that she, in turn, was with him in their simplicity, sometimes even too much and inadvertently out... both of them, even at two hours, could not leave each other without sadness and without pain.

But I'm glad to be his slave, his willing slave; to put up from him, anything, if only he was with me, only I can look at it! It seems, even if he loved another, only with me it was that and I was beside.. what a disgrace...?

... throw off the yoke, then grab a year of my life and sit down for your favorite idea, write a great work!

I have imagination, and you have reality.

It was a gloomy story, one of those sombre and tormenting stories which so frequently and imperceptibly, almost mysteriously come true under the heavy Petersburg sky, in the dark, hidden corners of great cities, among the eccentric boiling of life, stupid egoism, of clashing interests, grim corruption, hidden crimes, amidst all this utter hell of senseless and abnormal life...

And finally, the property of the most good-natured people, may be acquired by it from the father, to glorify man, hard to consider him better than he really is, temper to exaggerate it all good - it was developed to a great extent. It is hard for such people then to be disappointed; it's harder when you feel that he is guilty. Why expect more than they can give? And these people are constantly waiting for such a disappointment. Best of all, if they quietly sit in their corners and not come to the light; I even noticed that they really love their corners to the point that even run wild in them.

I am sure that in his heart all ached, and turning in that moment, looking at the tears and fear your poor friend; I'm sure it was much harder than she; but he could not resist. It happens sometimes with a good, but nervous people, who, despite his kindness, addicted to the gratification of their own grief and anger, seeking to speak out at any cost, even to the wrongs of another, innocent, and mostly to yourself is always the middle man. In women, for example, sometimes need to feel neschastnoy, obydennoy, at least there were no hard feelings, no unhappiness. There are many men, like in this case, women, and even men are not weak, which is not so much feminine.