Author of quotes: Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy. Page 1



Two weeks feasted Moscow, as was supposed, on this occasion. Many respectable people became sick and died from those peers. <...> Each night over the Kremlin towers soared missiles, the walls were spinning wheels of fire. Have dobrovoles and doshutilis on the cover until the great fire. Flashed in the Kremlin, engaged in the China-town, the wind was strong, bunt carried over the Moscow river. Waves of flame went around the city. The people ran to the outposts. Saw the smoke, the fire jumped Peter for the Dutch fire the tube. Nothing could be saved. The Kremlin burnt down, except for the Rye courtyard and Kokoshkina choir - burned down the old Palace (barely managed to pull the Princess Natalia Tsarevich Alexei) - all orders, monasteries, a warehouse of military equipment; at the Ivan the Great bell fell, the largest, at eight thousand pounds, - split.
Quote Explanation: Celebrated the capture of Noteburg, or of the Oreshek fortress in 1702.
№ 194817   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 17:27
Little people - clerks and prikazkite, officials and employees - entertained, as best they could, this day. People are great, the business, a solid sitting at home have fireplaces. Sunday was the day of the mob, gave it to her to the wolves.
№ 180980   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 08:23
... sometimes I begin to think that happiness only in the pursuit of happiness... And the memories...
№ 175618   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 18:19
Listen to what people in the end? A tiny microorganism, clinging to the unspeakable horror of death in a clay ball of the earth and flying with her into the icy darkness? Or is it the brain, the divine apparatus to generate a special, the mysterious matter of mind, of matter, one micron which contains in itself the entire universe... Well? Here is something...
№ 175616   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 18:19
The enlightened, disciplined minds - a great Shrine, the miracle of miracles.
№ 175614   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 18:19
The genius of the man more than anyone, need very strict discipline. Too responsibly.
№ 175613   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 18:19
Elizabeth Kievna, except for conversations with the Fat and other tenants, engaged in knitting colored wool long strips, not having a particular destination and sang chest, strong and fake voice Ukrainian songs, or made himself an unusual hairstyle, or throwing sing, and spreading hairs, lay on the bed with a book - he sucks at reading to headaches. Elizabeth Kievna was beautiful, tall and ruddy girl with short-sighted, just painted eyes, and getting dressed with such bad taste that she was blamed for it even teleginsky tenants.
№ 171196   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:08
The army life in the combat order.
№ 170675   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:43
Strange and special history of the Russian people, the Russian state. Huge and unformed ideas roam in it from century to century, the ideas of world grandeur and truthful life. Are unprecedented and bold initiatives that confuse the European world, and Europe with fear and indignation at this East beast, and the weak and the mighty, and the impoverished, and immeasurably rich, born from the dark depths of his whole glow of human ideas and plans.
№ 170674   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:43
There are special moments of despair and anger, when everything seems to be possible to sweep on the way.
№ 170673   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:43
The will of Russian history is designed to be the barrier, of which are broken eternal waves of anarchy - thus, we plates our sides, give a chance to peaceful development of the European civilization.
№ 170672   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:43
Bolshevism - is-destroying anger of the lower classes, the fury of the scum of humanity.
№ 170671   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:43
Clever, perhaps - ugly all clever... they then have to marry them-and to love... And the men ready to skin herself to him only to have on a cushion, there was a handsome head with a doll's eyelashes, preceptiva all sorts of rubbish and filth...
№ 170670   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:43
Live, not awakened, groaning Yes, scratching myself at the moment. Doze of passion, of desire without imagination... But each is created in the image and likeness of some of Aristotle or Pushkin. The same you have two eyes to see the wonders of the earth, which can not be used... The same, each a head on your shoulders - the most amazing miracle of all... If its to compare with the universe, the head and not at all. And on the other hand, the whole universe in that head - it, head penetrate such mysteries, where the God of the Bible and the nose did not stick... So what of the Windows on the Raven to see?
№ 170199   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:22
If the man himself does not love himself, then he never could love, - then he is fit? For example, the shameless scoundrels - they do not like themselves... they Sleep poorly, all they have is scratched, the whole skin is itching, then anger to the throat choice, the fear will burn... People need to love yourself and to love yourself in such that could love another person...
№ 169998   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 14:13