Book: What to do?. Page 1

I don't understand the rest except in solitude. To be with others means to me to have something to do, or to work or to enjoy. I feel completely in the open only when I'm alone.

Your soul is like a street that glances everyone who sits near the window, not then, so he had to see something, no, he knows that and will not see anything neither necessary nor interesting, and so do not all the same therefore why not glance? The street, exactly, anyway; but the man not at all fun because you were bothering him.

Same thing with the room, and with the world of the inner life. It unnecessarily, even without any thought for climbs, just a lot of nonsense, and often nothing more then to scratch language of your soul.

Each family, especially seniors, without ceremony, puts a paw in your intimate life. It is not that this is a violation of our secrets: the secrets - more or less large jewelry, do not forget to hide, to guard; and not everyone has they many exactly have nothing to hide from loved ones. But everyone wants to get into his inner life was the area, where no one has climbed, as everyone wants to have their own special room, just for himself.

Each is quite difficult to understand other natures; just imagine all the people by nature of his personality. What I do not need, in my opinion, not necessary for others - so draws us to think of our individuality.

In this regard, people fall into two main division. For people of the same Department, recreation or entertainment more enjoyable in the company of others. Privacy everyone needs. But they need to it was an exception; but the rule for them - a life with others. This class is much more numerous than the other, which, to the contrary: in the privacy of them is larger than the other. This difference is seen, and the General opinion, which means her words: people sociable, and very private.

He thought; decent people think about themselves all that can be said in condemnation of them, because of that, your Majesty, they are decent people - don't you know?

Because this fundamental sense is not what you fell in love with another, it is a consequence; a fundamental feeling of dissatisfaction with your former relationships.

My rule: to offer my opinion whenever I need and never impose it.

Take Russian fiction. I say: read just before Gogol. In thousands of other novels I can see five lines with five different pages that I don't find anything but spoiled Gogol - why am I going to read them? And in the Sciences - in the Sciences even more sharply the border. If I read Adam Smith, Malthus, Ricardo and mill, I know the alpha and omega of this area and I don't need to read any of the hundreds of political-economy, no matter how famous they are; I have five rows from five pages I see that don't find they have any fresh ideas, they owned all borrowings and distortion. I only read the original and only enough to know this identity.

I have a variety of classes; change of occupation is rest.

He hard pleasure and started to read a book that in the last hundred years hardly anyone read it, except for correctors her to read it to anyone except Rakhmetova, the same as sand or sawdust. But it was delicious.

It is, though the impact was foreseeable, but still painful; though I thought, and resolved onward, what and how ought to do after such a letter or shouting, and yet not suddenly to gather my thoughts.

Yes, motion is reality, - says Alexey, - because movement is life, and reality and life are one and the same. But life has its own element of work and, therefore, the main element of reality is labor, and the surest sign of reality - dalnosti.