Author of quotes: Fyodor Sologub

That she is destined to suffer harm.

In a city unpaved, dusty, dirty and dark - in a city where there were many street nasty boys and few schools - in a city where poor women happened to give birth on the streets - in a city where they broke down the old walls of a famous fortress in history, in order to get bricks for the construction of new houses - in a city where at night hooligans raged on the crowded streets, and on the outskirts the dwellings of the townsfolk were freely robbed to the loud sounds of rattles in the hands of drowsy night watchmen - in this half-wild city for honored guests and authorities who had gathered from everywhere celebrations and feasts were arranged, which no one needed, and they generously spent money on this empty and stupid undertaking, which was not enough for schools and hospitals.

Entangled in the crowd, dark and faceless, like a shuttle entangled in a reed.

Build life according to the ideals of goodness and beauty! With these people and this body! Impossible! How to isolate oneself from human vulgarity, how to protect oneself from people! We all live together, and, as it were, one soul languishes in all the many-sided humanity. The world is all in me. But it's scary that he is what he is.

The director once again wrote to the district and from day to day he was waiting for the appointment of doctors for examination. But the officials were in no hurry. That's why they are officials.

Wait, ”said Peredonov,“ this must be well understood. Here the allegory is hidden. Wolves walk in pairs: a wolf with a hungry wolf. The wolf is well-fed, and the wolf is hungry. The wife should always eat after her husband.

Dressing up, cleaning, washing - all this takes time and work; and the thought of work made Peredonov feel melancholy and fearful. It would be nice to do nothing, eat, drink, sleep - and that's all.

Yes, after all, Peredonov also strove for the truth, according to the general law of all conscious life, and this striving tormented him.

All are traitors. They pretend to be friends, they want to rather deceive. And they don’t even think that I know about all of them such that they have little room in Siberia.

Peredonov tied the cat on a rope - he made a collar out of a handkerchief - and took him to the barber shop. The cat meowed wildly, tossed, resisted, sometimes in desperation he rushed at Peredonov, but Peredonov pushed him away with a stick. The boys were running in a crowd from behind, gurgling, laughing. Passersby stopped. They looked out of the windows at the noise. Peredonov sullenly pulled the cat by the rope, not embarrassed by anything. He brought it back and told the barber: "Master, shave the cat, and be nice." The barber was offended, blushed. He said in a trembling voice: "Excuse me, sir, we don't do this kind of business. And I didn't even have to see shaved cats. This must be the latest fashion, it hasn't reached us yet.

The performance of all the rituals leads to some inner comfort: I went to church on a holiday, prayed - and was right, I sinned, repented - and again I was right. It was good and convenient, all the more convenient because outside the church there was no need to think about everything churchly, but to be guided by completely different everyday rules.

Yes, bosses have a completely different life in the world.

The strangeness in Peredonov's behavior worried Khripach more and more day by day. He consulted with the school doctor to see if Peredonov had gone mad. The doctor laughingly replied that Peredonov had nothing to get away with, but was simply fooling out of stupidity.

Only the devil is poor, who does not eat bread, but as I still eat bread and even with butter, I am not poor.