Book: Silver Prince

Frost proudly took in the sight.
- More jokes you want, sir? Very well, I I amuse you! You have remained faithful servants of yours one more, an ancient boyar family; his you set aside the execution, because he feared God's wrath or something not invented yet worthy execution of it. He lived far away from you under opalo, and you could forget about him; but you, sire, no one forget! Sent you one of his damned Vyazemsky, burn down his house and wife to take. When did he come to you to ask the court for Vyazemsky, you forced them to fight to amuse themselves with, of tea, which Vyazemskiy will kill an old servant. But God did not want his death, showed him the truth. What did you do then, sir? Then, ' continued frost, and his voice trembled, and shook the bells on clothes, then you have not enough disgrace upon your servant, and you decided to embarrass him even unheard of, unprecedented disgrace. Then, ' exclaimed frost, pushing away the table and getting up, then you, Tsar, boyar Morozova dressed in a fool's coat and told him, saved the Tula and Moscow, to entertain you together with your stingy well!
Formidable was the old Governor in the silent guardsmen. The value of the clown and his clothes disappeared. From under thick eyebrows lightning flashed. Majestic white beard fell on his chest, Priya once many of the enemy blows, but is now dotted with bright patches; and nagabushan the sight was so much dignity, so much generosity, that in comparison with him, Ivan seemed chalky.

Morozov made an imperative gesture, and guardsmen involuntarily stepped aside. Thundering bells, the boyar came to the table and sat down, facing John, with such a Regal bearing as if it is a fool's coat was a Royal robe.
- How do I amuse you, Tsar? he asked, putting his elbows on the table, looking straight into the eyes of Ivan Vasilievich. - Tricky, you were fun, nothing will surprise you! Any jokes not Peresecina in Russia, since you will gostaresh! Laughed when you were still a lad and the horse crushed the people in the streets, laughed you when on the hunt ordered the psari Prince Shuisky to kill; laughed when elected people from Pskov came crying to you your Governor, and you ordered them hot resin beard burn!
The guardsmen wanted to jump out of their seats and rush to Morozov, the Tsar kept their sign.
"But," continued Morozov, all was childish joy; it will soon bore you. You started of great people and monks to cut, and their wives and their daughters to amuse themselves with shame. And you're bored. Became you to choose the best of thy servants and tortures to betray. Then it went a little brighter, just for a while. Not to mock the people over the nobles. Come on over and the Church of Christ to mock!

Mysteriously a woman's heart! He likes today, yesterday sharpened his hatred!

The day was bright, Sunny, one of those days when all nature breathes of something festive, the flowers seem brighter, the sky bluer, away transparent streams tabletsa the air, and the man is so easy, as if his soul itself is moved in the outdoors, and trembles at every leaf, and swinging on every blade of grass.

To tell the truth for long, but to say it is necessary skillfully.

... hard not to fall in a time when all concepts are distorted, when the baseness is called virtue, and treachery is included in the law, and the honor and human dignity are revered criminal dereliction of duty!

To flee from temptation free and have just. But fear tempted by the flattery of the enemy of mankind.