Author of quotes: Fyodor Kuzmich Sologub

Sister lied so calmly and confidently that it was impossible not to believe. Well, after all the lies and often more plausible truth. Almost always. The truth is, of course, not plausible.

Oh, the gloom, travelling in the fields and villages, wide native open spaces! Longing, embodied in the wild gardenii, melancholy, vile flames devouring the living word, dozvolama once alive song to the mad howl!

The death penalty, sir, is not barbaric. he shouted. Science has recognized that there are congenital criminals. This, my friend, says it all. To eradicate them is necessary, but not to feed at public expense. He's a villain, and his whole life is guaranteed a warm corner in the convict prison. He killed, burned, molested, and the tax payer is answerable for its pocket for its maintenance. No, hang much fairer and cheaper.

To be happy meant to him to do nothing and withdrawn from the world, to appease his belly.

And Barbara, and Gresini Church ceremonies seemed ridiculous. They constantly giggled. The words that the wife should cleave to her husband, made them a special liveliness.

Adamenko - the young lady of the world; if you go to Woo her in a coy kind of tie, then she might be offended and refuse.

My heart stung with joy. My breast pierced by seven swords of happiness, I always cry.

I love you because you are cold and distant. I want to have a mistress cold and distant. Come and match.

Not lying, I have to say, wrong. Only a small lie, adults deign to make a mistake.

So it is often, and indeed in our century should beauty be trampled and desecrated.