Author of quotes: Alexander Kuprin

In the end, the world is so small that everyone will certainly meet with everyone.

Life is still wise, and we must obey its laws. And besides, life is beautiful. She is the eternal resurrection from the dead. Here we will leave with you, collapse, disappear, but from our mind, inspiration and talent, a new Lenochka and a new Kolya Voznitsyn will grow, as if from dust ... Everything is connected, everything is linked. I'll leave, but I'll stay. You just need to love life and submit to it. We all live together - both dead and resurrected.

Not everything is sold, what is bought.

“What a glorious night,” said the stranger suddenly. - Frosty ... quiet. What a charm - Russian winter!

The deep silence and great calm that guarded the garden awakened in Mertsalov's tormented soul an unbearable thirst for calm, the same silence.

He did not say a single word to his wife, she did not ask him a single question. They understood each other by the despair they read in each other's eyes.

That great, powerful and holy thing that lived and burned in him during his lifetime, died out irrevocably.

It was quiet and solemn. The trees, shrouded in their white robes, slumbered in motionless majesty. Sometimes a piece of snow broke off from the upper branch, and you could hear how it rustled, falling and clinging to other branches.

God grant that the coming year treats you a little more condescendingly than this one, and most importantly - never lose heart.

I am like an old dragoon mare with a temper. You can't change me with hay or whip.

But let me be ridiculous and stupid - and I don’t want to remain a sympathetic spectator who sits on the rubble, looks at the fire and says: “Oh, priests, it’s burning ... by God it’s burning! Perhaps people are on fire too! ”And he himself only wails and slaps himself on the thighs.

As long as marriage exists, prostitution will not die. Do you know who will always support and feed prostitution? These are the so-called decent people, noble fathers of families, impeccable husbands, loving brothers. They will always find a venerable excuse to legitimize, ration, and banish paid debauchery.

So today ... Why do I now feel as if I robbed a sleeping person, or deceived a three-year-old child, or hit a tied one? And why does it seem to me today that I myself am to blame for the evil of prostitution, - to blame for my silence, my indifference, my indirect connivance?

But if they [prostitutes] and lie, then they lie just like children. But you yourself know that children are the very first, sweetest fools and at the same time the most sincere people in the world. And it's great that both of them, that is, both prostitutes and children, lie only to us - men - and adults. They do not lie to each other, they only improvise with inspiration. But they lie to us because we ourselves demand it from them, because we crawl into their souls completely alien to us with our stupid methods and questions, because, finally, they secretly consider us big fools and stupid pretenders.