Author of quotes: Alexander Kuprin. Page 2

Under a rude and obscene profession, under obscene words, under a drunken, ugly appearance - and yet Sonechka Marmeladova is still alive! The fate of a Russian prostitute - oh, what a tragic, pitiful, bloody, ridiculous and stupid path it is! Everything was combined here: Russian God, Russian breadth and carelessness, Russian despair in the fall, Russian lack of culture, Russian naivety, Russian patience, Russian shamelessness. After all, all of them that you take to your bedrooms - look, take a good look at them - after all, they are all children, after all, they are all eleven years old. Fate pushed them to prostitution, and since then they live in some strange, enchanting, toy life, not developing, not enriched by experience, naive, trusting, capricious, not knowing what they will say and what they will do in half an hour - just like children ... I saw this bright and funny childishness among the most depressed, the oldest girls, hackneyed and crippled like cabbies. And this impotent pity, this useless sympathy for human suffering never dies in them.

This is the whole horror, that there is no horror! Bourgeois everyday life - and nothing more. Moreover, the taste of a closed educational institution with its naivety, rudeness, sentimentality and imitation.

There is something mysterious, taciturn and criminal in her leisurely conversation, in the evasive look of her thick and dark-gold eyes from under the long lowered eyelashes, in her manner, smiles and intonations of a modest but depraved saint.

Really, I mean all kinds of knowledge he was like a stuffed sausage or a suitcase, where, going on a journey, stuffed any clothes beyond measure, pressed down the top cover belly and hard-locked the suitcase, but if open, then all climb out.

She was expecting a Declaration of love, which is always so much pleasure and excites the hearts of young girls, all the same, whether their heart's affection on the recognition or not.

Telegraph, telephone, stoddartii trains, you say, reduced the distance to a minimum' - destroyed it... Time rise in price, but soon it will start to turn night to day, for it felt the need for such a double life. The deal, demanding as much as earlier months, now ends in five minutes. But it is a hell of and this speed does not satisfy our impatience... Soon we will see each other on the wire at a distance of hundreds and thousands of miles!.. Meanwhile, only fifty years ago, our forefathers, going from village to province, slowly served a moleben and went off with a stock, sufficient for a polar expedition... And we are rushing headlong forward and forward, deafened by the roar and crackle of monstrous machines and confused by this frantic racing, with irritated nerves, perverted tastes and thousands of new diseases...

A beautiful man is that one nasty that always admires a...

He was always interested in and it seemed to him mysterious of those cases where thinking about any subject or reading about something in the book, he heard beside him talking about the same thing.

We, the poor, nervous, sick people can't just take from life and the joys we purposely poison its poison in our tireless need to dig in every sense, in every your and other thoughts...

Why should I tire myself with dreams about some unknown, the sublime happiness, when here, about me - simple but deep happiness?

We went from a single right therapeutic ways - from the medicine of animals and of traditional healers, we are flooded with different Pharmacopoeia cocaine, atropine, phenacetine, but we have lost sight of that if an ordinary person can give clean water and to assure him that it is a strong medication, simple man will recover.

What to write words of love? When need be, they will come themselves and will be more beautiful and warmer.

And you tell me, why are you so afraid of silence? A little conversation a little dried up, you are already at ease.... And is it wrong to speak in silence?