Author of quotes: Anatoly Mariengof

She was heated with happiness, like a small country bathhouse.

I hate my love. If I knew she could be strangled, I would do it with my own. If I knew she could be drowned, I would have put a stone around her neck myself. If I knew that it was possible to escape from it to the north of the world, I would have looked long ago into the abyss, behind which there is nothing.

The bulbs are covered with greenery. It's light and non-heaty. She sighs like a girl kissing her lips.

- I would certainly imagine myself as a housewife.

A person who wants to "make money" in Soviet Russia must be what he needs to be. Depending on who you are dealing with - with a sweatshirt or a jacket, with a fool or a smart one, with a tail or with a more or less ordinary person.

If Bonapart is ever to be in Russia, he will, of course, grow out of a police guard. This is perfect in the spirit of my fatherland.

Every morning I was going to buy a notebook, every evening I was going to use my brain. But then laziness overcame. And I do not have the habit and even consider it inappropriate to oppose such a charming creature.

In his language it is all called by one word: a bribe.

In this country you will not understand anything: the Terrible forgives and slaughters Otrepiev; waging unsuccessful wars for seven hundred years and conquering more people than the Roman Empire; does not know how to do some kind of "fuze" and erects in the swamp city, the most beautiful in the world.

I peer into the faces of the others. Fun activity! It's like putting your hand into a bucket of small fish. Uncertain joy, wavering courage, fattening malice, sanctimonious sympathy, eyeless anxiety, cowardly hopes are my pitiful prey.

Every lightest fluff of the vpemeni should be caught, pyzhimat to the village and carry with the day and bepezhyu.

How many more millennia need to be dragged along so that you do not have to play "heads and tails" when you think about immortality.

The case is such a joker.

Such is you, man. Even the stench that you emit with your own parson does not seem abomination to you. And rather - the sense of smell tickles pleasantly.