Author of quotes: Alexey Ivanov

“That question must not be asked,” he said. And you can't even think about it. To want to start over is to want our children to disappear.

They were crying because they felt how immensely, infinitely happy they were, but still they did not understand why there was so much grief from which they were crying. And they cried about the eternal doom of the human race, that time goes against our will, that we are inextricably alone, that we will part with friends and friends will betray us, and we will betray them, that love will pass anyway, that we will never know freedom, that we are weak and do not understand anything in this world, that eternal beauty does not include us within its limits, that our dreams will come true or fade away, and deeds will turn out to be unnecessary, that we were born against our will, we will live life according to the will of Truth , which is indifferent to us, and we will not leave of our own free will, that we are tormented by fear, that the future is hidden from us, that there is no truth in the world, and there is no God in heaven, that sea water is salty, and the earth is not edible, which we always lose more than we find that someone has power over us, although a hundred times meaner than us, that joy is fleeting, and pain has no end, that we will never see everything in the world, that we will not be able to tell everything about ourselves that nothing is visible in complete darkness, and the bright light blinds us that we are tired and no one it doesn’t matter about us that we are to blame for someone else’s evil, but someone is still better than us, that there is little heat, that there are no longer sailing ships, and we don’t know how to ride horses, that our dreams are no longer what they were in childhood, and the Mother of God has such a sad face that sooner or later we will die anyway, and we will be burned or buried in the ground.

Vanya could not find words to explain: the truth is not measured by profit. It just needs to be.

The blow hit, and he won't.
- Why such mercy to dolnicar?
Philotheos sighed.
- Faith is not war, Emelyan demyanych. It who uses force - that is weakness. And we must not waver. We are of Christ.

Let the bestial life, not to be brutes.

Pie - belly buddy.

- Made some nito knowledge give me Slatina dicesaro, - fiercely and softly asked Remezov. - Orosi my radish dew of wisdom.

- Theft will search, Petrovich? - sympathetically asked Remezov.
- It will, sterva.
- And you would not steal.
- I'm little, grinned Gagarin. - Hen pecks grain by grain.
- Yes, the whole yard in a litter - strictly finished Remezov.

You think that the victim is as if someone finished their service, but without a body. There is no need to be sorry. You can feel sorry for his mother, but she is. Here is the boxer Mohammed Ali said, in the ring float like a butterfly and sting like a snake. And in the war as well, be sensitive like a squirrel and insensitive as a rhinoceros. Understand?
Serge put his arm around the German, as if for support. In fact, he was even grateful to the Germans for the opportunity to teach the severe truth of war.
- In war, "kill - kill" - no question. To kill. Sometimes, a prisoner will take carry in the helicopter, interrogated, and he already surrendered, it is necessary to pardon, and he realizes that kapets. Then he'll open the door, and he home on the mountains jumping. Or a caravan of interceptions - all shot, and drovers, and camels. It even camels know the eyes do not look. War, brother. Necessary.

Sometimes the king cried in frustration.

Destiny - not a dungeon, and around God's space, you need only to greedily want to live.

I throw in the eyes of the cold, heavy water, and then immersed in her face and hands. Let the river wash away my desires, like mud. Have I not found what I wanted?

Russian is separated from the world with its incredible distances. Russian nobility clinging to the monarch, the despot, and the people chained to the place of serfdom. Even Russian seas really is not to swim around the world. They move only in their own circle of life, albeit huge, and all that is outside this circle, they did not know. But violently fantasize themselves as little children, unconditionally believe in their fantasies, but because even educated people from other countries sometimes suddenly it seems as if the Russians found out something which I do not know other Nations. To the outside world in Russian there is no routine. The external world is always a fairy tale.

Faith is not necessarily need of thee, nor to God.