Author of quotes: Mikhail Saltykov-Shchedrin. Page 4

One host to another and thinks: "how I would enjoy throwing you out, Kuritsyn son, for the window, if only..." and the other sits and also thinks, "whatever pleasure I spit, vile fawn in the face, if only..." Imagine that "if" does not exist - what is the exchange of thoughts, suddenly there would be a between the two!

Ancient wisdom bequeathed to so many aphorisms that they stone stone has developed a enduring wall.

Nothing is more discouraging Vice, as consciousness, what he guessed and what about it has laughter.

The talent itself is colorless and acquires color only in the application.

The young lady asked for a large or small chest neck wash them?

The purpose of the publication of laws is twofold: some are issued for the greater Nations and countries of the dispensation, the other - to ensure that legislators do not kosneli idleness.

In large letters was printed the words are completely irrelevant, and all material depicted in the fine print.

Well, we, brother, do not so. We not only ate apples and branches and some have broken off all! We, the other day, uncle Sofron by circles of kerosene was - and he drank it all!

Human life is a dream, say the philosophers, the spiritualists, and if they were logical, we would add: and history is also a dream. Of course, taken absolutely, both of these comparisons are equally absurd, yet we cannot but admit that the stories do meet in places like failures, before which the human mind stops not without bewilderment. The flow of life would stop its natural flow and forms a vortex that is spinning in one place, sprinkles and covered with a muddy scum through which it is impossible to discern any clear typical traits, nor even any isolated phenomena. Inconsistent and senseless incoherent events follow one another, and people, apparently, do not pursue any purpose other than the protection of the current day. Alternately, they tremble, then rejoice, and the stronger give to feel the humiliation, the harder and vindictive triumph. The source from which came this anxiety has already been muddied; the beginning, in the name of which emerged the struggle, effaced; it remains a struggle to fight, art to art, inventing the rack, walking on the spokes etc.

A portrait of this impression is very difficult. Before the eyes of the spectator rises the purest type of idiot, take some grim decision and gave a vow to carry it out. Idiots are very dangerous, and not even because they are necessarily evil (in the idiot's anger, and kindness - are completely indifferent quality), but because they are alien to all sorts of reasons and always go ahead as if the road on which they appear, belongs exclusively to them alone. From a distance it may seem that these people though harsh, but firmly established belief that consciously seek to strongly target. However, rail is an optical illusion, which is not to be carried away. It's just all sides hermetically sealed beings, who start forward, because it is unable to realize itself in whatever order of phenomena...

And he began to think about his intention, but the more I thought, the more lost in his thoughts. Just more confused by the fact that he could not give a firm enough definition of the word "law". The word "obligations" he knew very clearly, so that they could about the subject to fill a whole quire of paper, but the "right" - what is "right"?
Is it enough to identify them, saying: "anyone in the house your resting safely Yes"? whether it's a little too short? But on the other hand, if we indulge in clarification, not a Chur too broadly and for themselves foolovites burdensome?

And sure, he did not have time to calm down thinking that none of his tomfoolery had not seen him hear what skvorka him to a nearby birch shouts:
The fool! he was sent to a common denominator we lead, and he ate Siskin!
Enraged, major; I reached for Starling on birch, and Starling, don't be stupid, the other was periperhal. Bear the other, and skvorka - again the first. Climb-climb major, urine is not exhausted. And looking at the Starling, and crow dared:
- That's a beast! the good people of bloodshed was expected of him, and he ate Siskin!
He's black, but because of the Bush sweetie jumped out:
- Bourbon-stupid! Siskin ate!

And indeed, no sooner had the men to look back, and the Bruins already here as here. I ran it on the province in the early morning, in the Michaelmas, and immediately decided: "to Be tomorrow bloodshed". What made him take this decision is unknown, because he, in fact, was not angry, but just a beast.