Book: Crime and punishment. Page 4

Stuffy stood still; but greedily breathed it smelly and dusty and contaminated city air.

Of character, fun-loving, cheerful and peaceful, but the incessant misery and bad luck until she violently began to wish and to demand that all lived in peace and joy and did not dare to live differently, that a dissonance in life, the slightest failure began to lead her at once almost in a trance, and she in a moment, after the bright hopes and fantasies, began to curse fate, to rant and rave whatever came to hand, and pounding my head against the wall.

But children are the image of Christ: "So is the Kingdom of God." He commanded them to revere and love, they are the future of humanity...

... do all of us, and quite often, nearly as bonkers, with only small difference is that "sick" a few more of our crazy, because here it is necessary to distinguish the line. And the harmonic man, that's really almost there; dozens, maybe many hundreds of thousands one is found, and then only in a rather weak copies...

The story was eagerly listened to; but when he thought he had finished and satisfied his listeners, it turned out that for them it's like he's still not started.

But in any case, a cynic and a dirty slob can't stay: he has no right to offend the feelings of others, especially those others themselves need themselves called to him.

... He's clearly aware that it is a dream, burning in his head, in the highest degree impracticable, until that impossible that he was even ashamed of her and he quickly moved on to other, more pressing worries and misunderstandings, inherited after the "estrellathe yesterday."

Trifles, trifles are what matter! That's just such trifles that always ruin everything...

... he suddenly felt himself decidedly all the same to somebody's opinion, and the change that occurred once in a moment, in one minute.

The candle had been extinguished in a crooked candlestick, dimly illuminating in this beggarly room the murderer and the harlot strangely converging reading of the Eternal book.

You know, to what extent odurmanili can sometimes fall in love with a woman?

A decent man ought to miss.

And you know... that low ceilings and tiny rooms of the soul and mind closely.

All of you, to a man - mash and paparacci! Gets you strategize - you guys are like a chicken egg zip! Even then they steal others ' authors. No sign of life in you samostoyatelnoi! From spermaceti ointment you made, and instead of blood serum! Anyone of you I don't believe it! The first thing you do, in all the circumstances - as if man is not to be like!