Book: Faina Ranevskaya. Fate is a whore

Like all lovers, was nasty and vile, threatening imminent death, and the one in whom it was necessary to cause alarm - slyly chuckled.

For the room I pay 100 rubles a month, do not receive per diem, expenses are huge, and I recall the story about the old Jew who sits on the train hurtling trains and laments: "my God, my God, now the conductor uses my Rosette for the fact that let us in without tickets, small Monechka wrote in the products, and generally we're going in the wrong direction".

There are also such fools who are jealous of the "fame". The enemy does not want the damned fame. That you know everything, know everything, is for me something deeply offensive, I envy the serene life of any manicurists.

They say, the devil is not the one who overcomes, and he who could be alone. Afraid of me.

I exactly remember his words addressed to young actors: "my Friends, cute boys, free time travel, and in the pocket you should be only a toothbrush. See, watch, learn".

Genius is the talent of the deceased.