Author of quotes: Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak

Ustinka realized that so loved his woman. It was this covering wide men's affection, that hidden power,
which irresistibly attracted me, - people women are able to forgive, because only some of them feel women. Exactly with such woman and felt Ustinka.

looking at marriage as a thing rather boring, but for men and quite nauseous. After all, marriage for men is the deprivation of all special rights, and your princes constantly rebelling, poison the lives of himself and his wife. Why my husband is a hero? I want the normal average person who patiently bear their yoke family. At home because there are no heroes, no geniuses, no special people, and this, in my opinion, the secret of tiny, angular selfishness that we call family happiness.

There are such natures, feelings which require obstacles, especially the feeling of love. If Galaktion loved her still, haritina probably would not be in he same coin, and now she was afraid even to show their love to the fullest and just hide it as hide from the sun tender plant. At the same time she knew perfectly well what Galaktion and that to love him is not worth it. After all, he thought only about himself and his plans, and women for him is only a sad necessity.

So, mesdames and messieurs, what is a hero? The hero is not the conqueror, who with an armed Horde of ravaging a defenseless country, not the one who, in the words of Shakespeare, for pairs glory, ready to climb into the mouth of the gun, not the cunning diplomat, not a fancy poet, not an artist, not a scientist with his latest science, not the benefactor of mankind on paper -
no, the heroes of this analysis ended their existence. Other times, other birds and... the Current song, a real hero does not even have a name, history does not put it in their tablets, the grateful offspring
will honor his memory... by Itself, it is not even interesting and even it is better not to know, because it all dissolves in the business, he enzyme, fermenting the start, that leaven, which the Scripture says... Yes.

Life showed itself, breaking at every step young illusions and happy beliefs.

... neither the Germans nor the Jews or Slavs, but there is
just people, good and bad... Happiness is to labor for the benefit of others. As long as we can be, at best, only fair and good in your home, but you can't love your family if you don't like others. We old people have passed the hard school with us was unfair and we were unfair, and it plagued us, made miserable and poisoned even a little happiness, what is right
each shrimp. Go Slavyanochka, to his, there is already a lot of good people. Kind and honest belongs to the world. There are rich and poor people, beautiful and ugly, young and old, educated and uneducated,
but one great equates all, this is a conscience. Without a conscience we cannot live without sunlight... After all, love is also the conscience the higher conscience, when one is done better, cleaner and fairer.

The rise of capitalism is a kind of huge suspension strut support bearing propelling millions of shafts, gears and actuators. Yes, the money was given power, what is Zapol'ye begin to see more and more money in an organized form, as a kind of army. Before they were just fat cats, whose influence did not go beyond the close circle of his classmates, clerks and customers, and now the capital, passing through
banking the crucible, was already in some kind of elemental force, which stifled everything in its path.

Have you ever thought, Slavyanochka that everything around you is a lie disguised? Yeah... So here you are with Dida sat in this room, used by the prison supervision miss Doodle finally my medical advice, the breakfasts, enjoyed fresh linen - in a word, all the comfort and convenience of the so-called cultural existence - Yes, for all that you had to let the world thousands of people. To Dida and you were in a real life, had to make thousands of children destitute.

The society of smart people is the best school.

Now it is real winter. The ground was covered with white carpet. There was not a single dark spot. Even the bare birch, alder, willow and Rowan out with frost, just the silvery fluff. And eating became even more important. They stood covered with snow, like wearing expensive, warm coat. Yeah, well, it was good all around; and the poor Grey Neck only knew one thing that this beauty is not for her, and trembled at the thought of her polynya are about to freeze and she had nowhere to go.

The hare was as defenseless as a Grey Neck, and saved his life is constant flight.
- If I had wings like a bird, so I would think anyone in the world are not afraid!.. You have here, though no wings, but because you know how to swim, and not gonna dive into the water, he said. - I tremble with fear... I Have enemies all around. In the summer you can still hide somewhere, and in winter you can see everything.

Generally my rule is not to interfere in the Affairs of others. Why? Let everyone lives in their own way.

- You were always lazy, so you hate to look at other people's troubles. <...>
- I was lazy? You're just being unfair to me, and nothing more. Maybe I'm more of care and just not show it. Confused by this a bit, if I run from morning till night along the shore, to shout, to disturb, to annoy everyone.

... mother devoured by the wolves when she is little Grisotto winter evening I was returning from the village in his hut. The child was saved miraculously. Mother as the wolves gnawed her legs, she locked the kid up with his body, and Grisotti alive.