Book: The cherry orchard. Page 3

Lord, you've given us huge forests, immense fields, the deepest horizons, and, living here, we ourselves ought really to be giants.

She loves you, you like it, and don't know why you seem to stay away from each other. Don't understand!

I'm a developed man, I read various remarkable books, but I can't understand the directions, what I actually want to live or I kill myself actually, but nevertheless I always carry a revolver.

Humanity goes forward, perfecting its strength. All beyond his reach now, will someday become friends, understandable, but now we must work to help all the forces of those who seek the truth.

All serious, all serious faces, everyone is talking only about important, philosophize, and meanwhile all eyes the workers eat disgusting, sleep without pillows, thirty, forty in one room, and everywhere bedbugs, stench, dampness, moral uncleanness -- And, obviously, all the good talks we have just to take your eyes off yourself and others.

These clever men are all so stupid that no one with whom to talk.

You boldly decide all important questions, but tell me, my dear, not because you are young that you do not have time to suffer any of your question? You boldly look forward, and not because I don't see or expect anything dreadful because life is still hidden from your young eyes?

I have no real passport, I don't know how old I am, and I still think that I'm young.

And my and your soul no common ground.

Every outrage has its decency.

And what does it mean to die? Perhaps, the man has a hundred senses, and with the death of die only five known to us, and the last ninety-five remain alive.

... Came in a pack, barking, not barking, and tail wagging.

If against any disease are offered a lot of money, it means that the disease is incurable.

And what is there to hide or be silent, I love it, that's clear. Love, love... Is a stone around my neck, dragging me down to the bottom, but I love this stone and can't live without him.