Author of quotes: Ivan Aleksandrovich Goncharov. Page 3

While he still was young, and if it was not that he was alive, then at least more alive than now; still he was full of plans, all of which had hoped and expected a lot from fate and from himself...

But why put them to his Oblomov - in this he was hardly aware of. And it seems, then, why more about this day in our remote Oblomovka, in every wealthy house were crowded with a swarm of such persons of both sexes, without bread, without craft, without arms for performance and only stomach for consumption, but almost always with the rank and title.

Maybe from this consciousness useless power in Terentiev was rough to handle, unfriendly, constantly angry and braniv.

The fact that Terentiev master had only to speak; the words he decided all clear and easy, especially when it concerned the other; but as soon as it was necessary to move a finger to budge - in short, to use they also created the theory to the case and give it a practical move to have diligence, speed, he was quite another man: there was not enough - he suddenly and seriously done, and didn't feel well, it is awkward, then another thing happens that he, too, will not be accepted, and if accepted, so God forbid that happens.

Flat dry, warm; the house still: robbed only once!

- ... Just living portraits. Like anyone would take the merchant whether official, officer, vodochnika, just alive prints.
- What they are fighting: of fun, or something, that's who de not take it in and out? But life-and there is not what we don't understand it, and sympathy is not what you have there is called humanitatem. One pride only. Portray-they are thieves, fallen women, just catch them on the street but taken to jail. In their story heard not "invisible tears", and the only one visible, coarse laughter, anger...
- What else would you need? And well, you yourself said: this is intense anger - gall persecution of Vice, a laugh of contempt over a fallen man... everything!
- No, not all! suddenly vosplamenenie, said Oblomov. Role - play a thief, a fallen woman, an inflated fool, and the man on the spot don't forget. Where is humanity then? You want one head to write! - almost hissed Oblomov. - Do you think that thoughts do not need hearts? No, it is fertilized with love. Reach out to fallen man, to pick it up, or weep over him, if he dies, not mock. Love him, remember myself in him and treat him like a, then I will read you and bow before you head...

- So someone came! said Oblomov, wrapping himself in a Bathrobe. - And I did - a shame indeed! Who is it so early?
And he, lying down, curiously looked at the door.

Oblomov and I wish that was clean, he wished it became as ever so discreetly, of course...

Bummer ... somehow flabby beyond her years: whether from a lack of movement or air, and maybe both.

- ... What else: the hell is that really?
Marfinka laughed, and Paradise with her.
- What do you mean, trouble?
- And the fact that a person does not feel happiness, if there is no trouble, she said, looking at him through the glasses. - You have to hit a log on the head, and then he finds out that happiness was and how it was inferior to eat, and better logs.

Youth need to be anxious, exuberant, sometimes extravagant, silly.

The vanity is the spice of life!

It's hard to be smart and sincere at the same time, especially in the sense of...

Isn't love the service?