Author of quotes: Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy

Russian - will become a name that children from the cradle will get used to bless, as a deliverer from the suffocating, deadly nightmare of fascism.

One of two things - the patient is either alive or dead. If he alive - he will remain alive or he will not remain alive. If he's dead - he can revive or not to revive.

Though troubled, but not a bad girl. What if you are there sins nor did she follow his path. Maybe I think too nose up? There are people who understand Zadran nose and even appreciate.

Mood: the world plays a Symphony on your nerves.

Will, for example: "What is love?" One says: "Love arises on the basis of respect..." Other: "Nothing like that, love is a habit, man loves not only wife, but mother and father and even animals..." - "Ugh, stupid! - will say, - love is when you are boiling, man walks like a drunk..." And so to philosophize and hours and another, until the Sergeant intervened, commanding voice not define the essence.

The country harbored and could never fill own blood to nourish the ghosts of St. Petersburg.

But mikhayla youth still shy of the forbidden. I remembered how dad used after Vespers, removing the fingers of the soot from the candles, opened old book in leather with copper clasps, turned himself at the corner of the page and read about wives: "What is a wife? The network of delusion people. Bright face and eyes miguasha, feet playing, a lot of wasleys, and fire fierce members ozgorush... What is a wife? Pacoima snake, disease, demonic pan, aimless anger, the temptation of hell, uvet of the devil..."

The word "Berserker," or obsessed with rabies, comes from ancient times from the tradition of the Northern people to aplanatic mushroom fly agaric. Later, in the middle ages, berzerkari of the Normans were called the soldiers, possessed with rage in battle, they fought without armor, shield and helmet, some linen shirts and was so terrible that, according to legend, for example, twelve Berserkers, sons of king Canute, - sailed on a separate ship, as the Normans were afraid of them.

Ivan Ilyich slammed the book closed.
- You see now... And not lost... the Great Russian was gone! But the grandchildren of most of these ragged men with stakes went to rescue the defeated Charles the Twelfth and Napoleon... And the grandson of the boy by force to Moscow on the sled dragged, Petersburg was built... the Great Russian was gone!.. The County we are, - and there goes the Russian land...

The happiness of the individual outside of society is impossible as the impossible life of plants plucked from the ground and thrown on the barren sand.

War is expensive and a sad necessity, but trade is the blessing of the Lord...

From beating the iron gets stronger, the person Matures.

It is useless to think that this literature was nothing but a figment of people's leisure time. She was the dignity and intelligence of the people. It has become and strengthen his moral character, was his historical memory, the festive garments of his soul and was filled with deep meaning the rest of his life current at the customs and rites associated with his work, nature, veneration of ancestors...

If they lived so they had time to do wrong, then bad life.