Author of quotes: Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy. Page 3

Strong people are always simple... that is their strength.

If you need for happiness is sure to warm bed, but a quiet lamp, right behind a shelf of books, - such does not know happiness... For this it is always tomorrow, and one ill-fated day, no tomorrow, no rest. For such is the eternal alas... Here I walk in the wilderness, my nostrils smell of baked bread, - then, to the side of the farm, hear soon as I sabrecat dogs. Oh, my God! See, as dawn breaks! Next satellite in the angelic form, moaning, calling me to compassion, a desire to stomp their hooves. Who am I? - the luckiest man. A small bag of salt is always in my pocket. Pull the potatoes from the garden. What's next? - a colourful world where the clash of passions.

Russian man hot, Darya Dmitrievna, arrogant and their power does not count. Set him a task - seems to be beyond their ability, but a rich task, - for it in foot worship.

Huedin he became a captain and swore at the entire expanse of water such curses that the people of the island immediately calmed down, the faces smile.

Volga was deserted, as in those mythical times when to its sandy shores came the cavalry of Genghis Khan to water the horses of the great river of Armenia. Mirror width was slowly carried to the edge of sandy bluffs, meadows, stands of willow covered with green. Rare village seemed abandoned. To the East went flat steppe, in waves of heat mirages. Calm reflections of clouds.

Heroism was in renunciation in the name of faith and truth. In what is the truth believe it (Roshchin) fellow soldiers? What truth did he believe himself? In the great tragic history of Russia? But it was the truth, not the truth. Truth - in movement, in life, in turned over the pages of the dusty Tome, and that flows into the future.

What drew these people to fight and die? Expose the chest by a bullet and drink alcohol in supply trucks was not heroism - outdated. This was done and the brave and cowards. Overcoming the fear of death became life, life became cheap.

When a person suffers much to comfort him is the appropriateness of the reasons because of which he suffers.

To forget! Katya, Katya! Then you need to forget yourself. To forget the past millennia. Former glory... Another century had passed, when Russia was dictating its will on Europe... What are you humbly to lay at the feet of the Germans? The dictatorship of the proletariat! Words-what! Nonsense! Oh, the stupidity... And the Russian peasant? Oh, man! He will pay bitterly for their actions...

In three waters topline, three blood bathed, three lye cooked. Cleaner we clean.

It should be when a person has everything, then he's really unhappy. I have a good husband, a beloved sister, freedom... And live as in a Mirage, and she like a Ghost.

Really, it seems, invented the printing press and electricity, and even radium, and the hour was come, and under the shirt showed up all the same brutish, hairy man with a club.

Some change with you... not that you even prettier, not that thin, not that you got married.

In the chests, nodes carrying the good that came to hand, - all useful in the economy: a machine gun and the lock of the gun, and stuff taken from the dead man, and hand grenades, rifles, gramophone and the skin, cut the wagon bed. No luck just the money - this stuff wasn't to turn goat legs.