Author of quotes: Veniamin Kaverin. Page 4

Life went unrecorded, unnamed. Past has been tactile in the past. Even more palpable was present with its sense of independence, to no of the doubt to anyone and anything of Needlenose.

A man and a woman, speaking in one language, put a completely different meaning to what they say.

It's strange you would think, but I always thought you can only give to the rich, but to help only the strong.

Hide not belong to themselves, to rape their wishes - but I could not live two days! This is not life, but a slow suicide of the soul.

You will laugh, but before you begin a letter to you, I wear lipstick, just eyeliner, I regret looking at the wrinkles around the mouth and eyes. Say that age, when you want to. Not true! If you don't want more age.

Sinner father Constantine! On the female beauty not behold, for the beauty of the cope first, and after wormwood is bitter. Don't put it on their eyes, but will not die. Run from the beauty of the female, like Noah from the flood, like Lot from Sodom. Because who is the wife? The network created by the devil, a satanic holiday, pacoima the snake, the disease bezczelna, goat violent, the North wind, a rainy day. Better fever to be sick, than wife obldumu to be: shake the fever let go, and the wife to death with him. Cratima - stands beema - frantic. All evil angrier wife.

Am I sorry? I do not know. After all, it was a step into the unknown that attracted me precisely because, as you're walking, I didn't set foot on solid ground. And not stepped. Not the ground under my feet, and the raft.

Of course, it was a retreat, but retreat and Kutuzov.

To reflect on why you live may be the only person who has time for this.

I sit on the beach for a long time, for hours and forget about everything sad and ugly, and I think that without beauty to man has no strength to live. Don't you think perception of beauty is no less strong instinct than kindness and compassion for people?

- Incidentally, seen, Ivan Pavlovich that all my life I lean against stranger families. When I was little to Skovorodnikova - remember, I told you. Then Tatarinov. And now to the doctor.
- It is time, brother, it's his to make, - said Korablev.
- No, Ivan Pavlovitch.
- Why?
- I is not the case.
Korablev was silent.
He poured, we clinked glasses, drank, and he refilled.

Too much experience was not happy. In this experience, incidentally, lies the belief that with age a woman gets a taste of family life, and the man loses the taste.

"Home" - it's not the economy, not "joint lodging", as you said, not even children. "Home" is when each other not hiding anything. Because today we're "home".

And then she said that if she had some passion, she'd be happy, whether it is at least angling. "Passion in itself is happiness, and stifle it, deal with it - what could be more stupid?"