Author of quotes: Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol. Page 9

But in life things change quickly and vividly...

God provided a job creation as the highest ideal, requires also that he was the Creator of prosperity and orderly flow of cases.

Where is the one who would be the mother tongue of our Russian soul would be able to tell us is all-powerful word: FORWARD! who, knowing all the forces and properties, and the depth of our nature, one arcane wave could fasten the high life of the Russian people? What words, what love would pay him a grateful Russian people. But century held for centuries; half Sydney, louts and marmots wakeless slumber, and rarely is born in Russia, a husband who knows how to pronounce it, it is a very powerful word.

And what Russian does not love fast driving?
His soul, seeks to whirl, to Zagaleta, to say sometimes: "damn it all!" - his soul not love it? Whether its love, when it heard something enthusiastically great?
Seems an unknown force has taken you out on the wing to him, and he fly, all flies...

Everything turns quickly in man; before you know it, 've grown up inside a scary worm, autocratic drew to itself all the life juices. And not just not only a wide passion, but paltry a passion to something small has grown in born on the best feats, made him forget the great and sacred duty and insignificant trinkets to see the great and Holy.

And sternly compels me mighty space, terrible force reflect in the depths of the mine; an unnatural power lit up my eyes: o! what a sparkling, wonderful, strange land far. Russia!..

See now everything is clear the current generation, marvels and illusions, laughing at the folly of their ancestors, no wonder that the heavenly fire streaked this record that screams it every letter that everywhere the piercing finger is directed at him, on him, on the current generation; but the current generation laughs and presumptuously, proudly begins a series of new illusions on which also then laugh descendants.

Oh, Russian folk! Does not like to die a natural death!

In the way! in the way! away ascended to the brow wrinkle and simply gloom of the face! Time and suddenly plunge into life with all its silent chatter and bells...

Serdzebienie and wise knowledge of life will speak the word of the Briton; a dandy light will flash and smashed the short-lived word of the Frenchman; make up my own intricate, not every available smart-slim a German word; but no word that would be so samahito, smartly so would break loose under the heart, so would be in full swing and alive trembled, as aptly spoken Russian word.

If Russian will be only one farm, and then Russia will revive.

- I the father, friends and homeland! - said Andrew, shaking quickly head straight and all straight as cascade poplar, mill your. If so, that's what: no I have none! Nobody! he repeated the same voice, and accompanied the motion with some elastic, enduring, Kozak expressed determination on the matter, unheard of and impossible for another. - Who said that my homeland PoA? Who gave it to me in the homeland? Motherland is what our soul seeks, what is dearer for it all. My Motherland - you! Here's my Motherland! And I carried this very homeland in my heart, I will carry it until my century, and see, let someone else from the Cossacks snatch it out! And all that is, sell, give, for this will destroy the Fatherland!

And if you were ever in love to the last degree of madness, fast-paced, awful, destructive, rebellious, unhappy that this was it.

Bored in this world, gentlemen!