Author of quotes: Valentin Pikul. Page 4

Lived in a century of enlightened absolutism, she was a smart woman, educated. Of course, she did not complain of the court of fools:
- If one fool stone in the river I'll throw, then forty-Voltaire I do not know how to get him out.

But remember that you are dealing with real people, and people - not paper, and crumple you. Man, if crumpled, no iron, no smooth...

- I regret not male and not serving in the army.
In such cases, the dose of flattery are essential.
You easily would have reached the rank of field Marshal!
- With my pugnacious character? - chuckled Catherine. - What are you, Ambassador! I would have threw in the rank of Lieutenant. - Saying goodbye with Duran, she is suddenly in full swing gave him a political slap in the face. I don't know what will be my further relations with Versailles, but I can unsubscribe to the king: the French are able to do in politics only what they can do, and Russia will do what she wants to do...

The side of his face, he saw her face, which in the moonlight younger. Potemkin caught myself thinking that he wants to take her by the neck and shake for all the past so that the head dangled from side to side. Catherine, it is obvious by facial expression, guessed the as men.
Well... shoot! she said. Bay, not reject.
In this moment he felt sorry for her. He carried the woman to the depth of the rooms, strikes the treads before opening a half door, dry pop. Catherine obeyed him.
- Came... you came after all, ' she muttered. - Don't want to be the sixth - and not necessary! Be my last, damn...

And in the evening, sipping Naryshkin weak wine near the fireplace, the scientist listened to that old man, mokrousovskoye about the troubles of the Fatherland.
- I have lived in Europe, he said, and many live in Russia. For Europe it will always be the Sphinx, and everyone will be surprised with our power and our troubles. But for me, for the Russian, will remain a tragic mystery: how we have not altogether lost under the ruins of their own mistakes?

... Countess Praskovya Bruce questioningly looked at his Royal friend. Catherine herself had shared with her first women's impressions:
- Bad if a lot of zeal and very little imagination...
Bruce realized vasylchikov is just a random episode, and for a long time, the cornet will not hold, because of love without imagination is nothing to do.
- When you decided to do this, Kato?
- When you were crying, saying goodbye to Orlov...
Men surely do, that our tears do not believe it!

As soon as I saw you,
I wish to say about his love.
But what a heartache to love the
that may not be mine.
You mean the sky! Why, why
you made it great?
Why, Oh heavens, would you
I loved only her alone?
Her name is sacred to me constantly,
and the image is always in my heart.

If you take away the hope on the rise, it is all hands on Russia wither and no one will not do. And the power one strong aristocracy will not...

She went to the balcony of the Palace, under her runaround and chattered the people of Moscow, and the Prince Vyazma could not resist flattery:
- Oh, our mother! Look itself, how many spilled on these Stogniy joy and love to you, great gosudarynja.
Catherine knew the price of any flattery:
- If now not I came out upon the balcony, and the scientist bear would be a "lady" to dance, believe me, would gather the crowd even more.

The journey has been arranged grandiosely, but Catherine told the squadron to stick to the coast less often, so that the diplomatic corps who accompanied her, too-keep an eye on.
- They are after all like she said favorite, you will see the garbage or the drunk on the street - happy, and show them worthy of praise and deserving coartada like it's deliberate for the sake of the show she invented to "succumb to smoke" all over Europe...

How is she this day? asked the chief of police.
Evil... the cause of the failure of Rousseau to live in Gatchina. Him, you see, our climate is not to their liking. I do not like it, but I was resigned to living... We, Russian, not from climate die!

Scammers intolerant, but denunciations useful.

- Feel like someone's hands very rough but experienced, turn up on my skirt, taking my panties... Kato, you know all my horror? My first thought was that he was in a den of talented reprobates, and expected violence. But instead I began to whip, who flogs - not to see. Hypocrite with presformy in his mouth, like a dog with a bone, sat down beside me, lame duck, and suddenly said: "Oh, you zadruga so, going back to count Gregory Orlov make up for?" Kato, I think that I have suffered: from top to baptize, bottom Sekou... I wish I was raped!..
The friend began to cry. Catherine shrugged her shoulders:
- I wonder who would be this Comedy invented?

I've lived long enough in Russia - it is difficult to live, but breathe easier than in Europe...