Book: Fathers and sons. Page 1

Each person hangs by a thread, the abyss can turn around under him every minute, and he still invents all sorts of troubles for himself, spoils his life.

- You are happier than me.

Tell me why, even when we enjoy, for example, music, a good evening, conversation with sympathetic people, why does all this seem more like a hint of some kind of immeasurable happiness that exists somewhere, than real happiness, that is, the kind that we ourselves do we have?

- It's none of my business; it's up to someone else to figure out what my price is. The main thing is to be able to surrender.

- Yes, understand; everyone will have the same spleen.

A piece of meat is better than a piece of bread, even from a chemical point of view.

Either I'm stupid or it's all nonsense. I must be stupid.

And what is the mysterious relationship between a man and a woman? We physiologists know what these relationships are. You work through the anatomy of the eye: where does the mysterious look come from, as you say? It's all romanticism, nonsense, rot, art. Let's go see the beetle.

Nowhere does time run so fast as in Russia; in prison, they say, it runs even faster.

- The art of making money, or no more hemorrhoids!

The logic of history demands.

Only immoral or empty people can live without principles in our time.

The sound of one's own speeches has a strong effect on a person.

After all, here you are, ' he added, turning to sitting on the box to the man, - you're clever, do you have a wife?
The peasant showed both the friends his flat and weak-sighted person.
The wife then? Is. How not to be your wife?
- Do you beat her?
Wife then? Anything can happen. No reason not beaten.
- And well. Well, she beats you?
The man tugged at the reins.
Eco word you said, sir. You're joking... - He apparently offended.
- You Hear, Arkady Nikolayevich! And you nailed it... that's what it means to be educated.