Author of quotes: Semyon Stepanovich Geychenko. Page 1

Svet Rodionovna, will I forget you?
In those days, as a rural freedom loving,
I left for her and fame and science,
And the Germans, and this hail of professors and boredom, -
You, blessed mistress of the shadow of that,
Where is Pushkin, not struck by a harsh fate,
Despising people, rumors, their affection, their betrayals,
Svyazchnodly acted at the altar of Kamena, -
Always greetings of heartfelt kindness
You met me.

7. Months for 1802-1865, about 100 volumes.

diamond.

A friend does not always receive a reward for the good he has done to a friend.

No matter how we tried to tell time: Stop, it flies, taking everything with it.

In the life of every person, some truths are comprehended twice: the first time, when he is young, and the second time, when he has accumulated wisdom and life experience.

I look at Aunt Shura's hands,
As on the face of her work:
They are like oak roots, Borax
They are smiling and gloomy,
In them the whole fate of her nature
I've always been shown.

Oh, where I went, where I walked,
Good fellow,
Where did God take you?
Oh, yes I went, sweetheart,
From city to city.
Oh, yes I was looking, sweetheart,
I have a young beautiful wife.
Find something found, but no to me with her
No fun, no joy.

Linen clothes have an amazing property - where they are, they always smell fresh. Scientists say that flax protects human health. Anyone who sleeps on a rough linen sheet, wears a linen shirt on his body, wipes himself with a linen towel - almost never gets a cold.

A sign posted in July 1944 at the monastery gates: Pushkin's grave is mined. You cannot enter Art. Lieutenant Starcheus. It is known that retreating, the Nazis laid 4,000 mines in the fence of the Svyatogorsk monastery.

The old one wants to live as well as the young. But after all, it is more difficult for him to start living again, especially if this life was prematurely broken by fate.

The war ended for me in May '44. Having lost my left arm at the front, I lay in a military hospital for a long time. In February 1945, I received a call from the USSR Academy of Sciences to Leningrad. The vice-president of the Academy said that there is an intention to send me to the Pushkin Reserve as its director and head of restoration work. I thanked. Everything ended well in all instances.

They must live, it cannot be otherwise, for the strength of the Russian character is irresistible.

In 1944, the fascist torment came to an end, and everyone moved back. The old people did not recognize their places. Everything changed. And there was no garden, and there was no house. Only the stove reminded that there was once their home. Russian stove - it is the most tenacious thing in the world!