Author of quotes: Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev. Page 4

... and it is here young freely flowed our speech, then hot, then pensive, excitable, but almost always the obscure speeches in which so readily bottled Russian people.

One has only to repeat to her for ten days in succession, that in the mouth of heaven, and in the sight of bliss and that other women in front of her simple rags, and on the eleventh day she will tell her in the mouth heaven and in the sight of bliss and love you.

- Can't I love? - she murmured.
- Not hardly! Only I should not call it misfortune. On the contrary, that is rather unfortunate, with whom this thing happens.
- What happens?
- To love.
- How you know?
- Firsthand.

Luxury comforts one poverty, and that the habit for a moment.

Unfortunate published immediately feels another unfortunate, but in old age he rarely gets on with him, and this is not surprising: he with him nothing to share, even hopes.

The person needs unhappiness, or poverty, or illness, and then being a bitch about it.

Persons never must drop; people must feel respect for himself should be aware of all their actions.

She was young, beautiful, high society knew her, inquired about her, even dignitaries. Ladies envied her, men she's been Dating... two or three people secretly and deeply loved her. Life her smile, but there are worse smiles tears.
Gentle gentle heart... and such force, such a thirst for sacrifice! To help those in need... she didn't know of another happiness... did not know - and not experienced. Every other happiness passed by. But she long ago made peace and all, blazing with the unquenchable fire of faith, gave herself to the service of others.
What cherished treasures buried it there, in the depths of the soul, in its very secret place, no one ever knew - and now, of course, do not know.
And why? The sacrificed... it's done.
But sadly think that no one said thanks even to her body - even though she herself was ashamed and shunned any thanks.
Do not let them insult her dear shade this late flower, which I venture to lay on her grave!

Still waters... you know! You say it's cold. In this-the taste is. Because you love ice cream?

... And little by little started back
To pull: the village, in a dark garden,
Where lime is so vast, so shady,
And lilies of the valley so the virgin fragrant,
Round willow above the water
From the dam leaned in succession,
Where the oak grows fat over fat field
Where the smell of konopel Yes nettles...
There, there, in meadows,
Where velvet is blackened earth,
Where rye is, wherever you throw your eyes,
Flowing softly soft waves.
And falls heavy yellow beam
Because of the clear, white, round clouds;
There is good...

Young people should in strict obedience to the keep, and that they, perhaps, from all skirts go crazy. Because young people are stupid.

I was sad; through gloomy, though fresh, smile of fading nature seemed dull fear crept near winter.

The people strongly and consistently takes one idea or one passion, it is noticeable that in common, some resemblance to the treatment, however, however, different in their quality, ability, position and education.

- You want to work?
- No, the current day I can spend walking.
- Ah! Well, that's fine. Go, my friend, Andrei Petrovitch, put a hat on your wise head, and go, aimlessly. Our young eyes - I look away. I know along the way preseverance, where we will give Obelisco preparaty; and we will have lots of fun.