Author of quotes: Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov. Page 4

"First smoked rare, and now rare doesn't smoke!" - said happy Fabrikant and added that near the time when the man Smoking point the finger.

Many times it was love that arrogance made him indifferent to women, and at the same time incredulous: he had happened to open the calculation where it is assumed feeling.

There are really women like they were poorly dressed and no matter how poor in the room - they are all decorated.

Upon returning home, mental tension Lubskoe was resolved by the despair that was quiet and desperate: no! her sobs were angry: face paint, views and movements argued that her grief is still a relief; it is known that there is nothing worse than a quiet sorrow.

Nothing could be worse in a woman's life, how to learn about the triumph of her rival, to know him, and to top it all the agony, in front of a lot of people who like pesky mosquitoes in the hot summer day, biting you from all sides with poisonous ridicule, and no means to hide from them: they will find a place to miss its sting.

Man is created to be a support to another, because he himself needs support.

Without it [love] there is no key to his own existence nor the existence of other, and it explains that suicide became a daily occurrence. As live are getting smarter, lighter and cooled, the idea of the aimlessness of life begins to simmer, then do the parcel to others - and they are probably (ie people in the present sense) feel the same way - sorry for getting them - and that is love.

We're stupid people:
That moment, the flash is ready!
Relief anxious breast,
Unreasonable, harsh word.
Speak when you're angry,
All soul care and pain!
Cheers, my friend, to get angry openly:
Easier world - and rather bored.

Well don't dress
Incandescent not wash,
Neighbors watchful eyes,
Vostra languages!
Go down the street,
Just keep the head down,
If fun - don't laugh
Not cry with longing!..

There is no measure of hops to the Russian.
But, our pain was measured?
Work as is?
Wine knocks the farmer
But the mountain not coming down it?
The work is not coming down?
Man troubles do not measure,
With all cope,
What do not come.
Man, working, thinks,
What powers will break,
So is it true what on the glass
To think that odd
In the ditch please?

Wait! Progress is progressing,
And movement no end in sight:
What today is considered shameful,
Tomorrow will be rewarded with the crown...

"Grandpa! you remember
Terrible something?.. tell me!"
- Grow up, Sasha, you know,
Honor always cherish.
Adults - not children
A coward who does not avenge a hundredfold!
Remember that there is no light
Irresistible offense.

Have a happy foes are dying,
The poor friend is dying.

Jealousy gullible like a child, and mad as a wild animal.