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The students all fell in love with her, one at a time or several at one time. It is all led by the nose and about the love, one told another and laughed at first, then with the first over the second.

- ... What else: the hell is that really?
Marfinka laughed, and Paradise with her.
- What do you mean, trouble?
- And the fact that a person does not feel happiness, if there is no trouble, she said, looking at him through the glasses. - You have to hit a log on the head, and then he finds out that happiness was and how it was inferior to eat, and better logs.

Nothing else is necessary for happiness, he thought, - be able to stop in time not to look away.

- ... So what do we need to do to get your attention, dear sister?
- Do not pay attention to me, she said, after a pause.

Meeting no love. What curse lies over human customs and concepts! We, the men, fathers, husbands, brothers and children of these women, it is important we condemn them for what litter a and lying in the mud, running on the roofs... Curse and corrupts at the same time! We look at ourselves, graciously forgive ourselves... dog meeting!.. Openly, publicly carry their shame, their drunk, by executing them in a woman! That's where both sexes should lovespirals to each other, run parallel, not casually, some to dogs, others to cats, and both together - monkeys! Then end this moral rift between the two sexes, this confusion these mutual deceit, criticism, betrayal! And then invented two morals: one for themselves, another for women.

... it's the autumn, and the fall of man, like all animals, if he goes into himself.
Out and birds fly - see how the cranes are flying! she said, pointing high above the river on a curved line of black dots in the air.
- When all around everything is gloomy, pale, dull, and the soul becomes dull... isn't it?

Neither slave nor master friendship is not necessary. Friendship loves equality.

Strong will never love: such as goats, only come together now and begin to butt heads!

Without sacrifice, without effort and hardship, you cannot live in the world: life is not a garden in which grow only one flower.

- Like, every day together and know little?..
- A little. Don't know what she hides under that calm, do not know her past and I guess its future. She is a woman or a doll, or a living posing as life? And it bothers me...

That fantasy creates, the analysis breaks down, like a house of cards.

In women, high, pure beauty is definitely mind. Stupid beauty - not beauty. Look at the stupid beauty, look deeply into every line of her face, in her smile. Look - the beauty of her gradually turn into a amazing disgrace. Imagination can take a minute to get involved, but the mind and sense not satisfied with such beauty: her place in the harem. Beauty, full of mind - an extraordinary power, it moves the world, she takes the history, is building a destiny; it is, overtly or covertly, present in every event. Beauty and grace is a kind of incarnation of the mind. This fool can never be beautiful, and ugly, but intelligent woman often glitters with beauty. The beauty about which I speak does not matter: it is not only blazing heat of passionate desires: it first of all awakens in the person of the person, moves the thought, morale, fertilizes the creative power of genius, if she is at the height of his dignity, does not spend its rays on a trifle, not Granit purity...

There is the light of passion, anxiety, wild game events and feelings, leading to curses.