Author of quotes: Anatoly Brusnikin. Page 1

Since childhood, he injected himself with the rule and habit given the choice, always give preference to difficult, not easy, hard, not soft, tension, not of relaxation. Not from the passion for samouchitelj, but because it is repeatedly seen that the correct path is not downhill, on the thumb kalee.

Dignity you can save or lose in any skin - whether you're a cavalier, convict or lower rank. Language and manners are different, but the inner core is the same.

The law of life, in which there was Ivan, said people should not settle for less, if can achieve more.
Up need stremitsya, delicate soul to have to soar to the stars, and all you submit.

Most loyal people out of those who disdain everything but you.

The lover is one thing, the spouse another; from these two men's varieties require very different dignity.

Albeit one-sided, but even half of love is very much, it fills life to the brim.

Vow... You give a vow to myself when you break your soul in the opposite direction. When everything is correct, oaths are not necessary.

No one is safe from a stupid accident, which put an end to the most flawless, every detail calculated to the enterprise.

Still no one to talk to so freely as to himself.

Choosing the road, people have to go uphill, not downhill.

Before, I only knew that life I will not like at all, and full of wonders. Now I knew for sure: life is a miracle.

The man is an amazing creature, so arranged that the first of the feelings which it awakens, barely recede the pain and fear is curiosity.

The secret of longevity of Caucasians in the other. In other Nations, aging, one out of use. Society stops them to be interested in and sees as a nuisance and a burden. Not in these hills. Older than you, the more you listen. Respect and relevance - here's the recipe for longevity. If only we, Russian, appreciate the experience and wisdom of old people and we would live to be a hundred years or more.

I don't understand what Russian expand beyond our ancestral lands? Why do we row up under foreigners and infidels? That they harm us feeling like second-class citizens? And most importantly, what light we have them? You may think that our life is rich and vast. So it seems to be there? Well we spend strength, life the healthiest of our men to strengthen their shabby home, and on the destruction of the homes of strangers? If our house was red, the songs are fun, and the honey sweet, the neighbors themselves would ask for our hand.