Author of quotes: Mikhail Mikhaylovich Zhvanetsky. Page 1

A fool most often shines with absolute well-being - as a rule, there is no happiness on the face of an intelligent person.

And I say: in order to lead our people, we need to take a little bit in the morning. Not for fun. Just to understand their workers.

I wrote somewhere that I don't love ropes, but threads. Here are the ropes that connected me to this homeland - hell with them. But my threads were stronger. And a woman who I loved very much left and said, "Let's leave together. I can't live in this country. I can't hear them, I can't see, I can't hear this radio. I can't live here, I can't even see people listening to this radio." And I was banned here, and I didn't care, I stayed here. Can you imagine? She left, I stayed. I stayed here in this country where I was banned, sacrificing everything. Well, explain it... Probably explained - because the threads were much stronger than the ropes.

We pay for the continuation of life with old age.

And in General, how we can be interested in the opinion of the person bald, with such nose? First, let fix your nose, grow hair, and then favors.

That no man do, it persistently creeps on a cemetery...

This is the third time I will not even stupid!

He in the loyalty of her had hoped, but not expected.

Tenant: OK, that's it. Only play and sing in memory of Sigismund Lazarevic and his sister from Chisinau.
[ The neighbors screaming, crying, someone suffered, the musicians at the signal Mani play and sing the funeral ].
- Untimely-untimely... To whom you leave us? You're there, and we - here. We here and you there...
Brigadier (cheered up): are you and the stiffs!
Tenant: No, that is just. This is my neighbor Sigizmund Lazarevich. He today was his birthday.

In the end, who am I not to drink? I what is it? Not to drink, to diet and exercise. I writhing? Sorry, I can not alcohol, I have a glass of juice... Grab the vodka, not clever! Who are you? What are you doing? Look how many people are suffering! Pensioners without drugs, young people without prospects. And he alcohol not! Let all to rest, and he will be on skis! In whose background you bastard, you want to live long? You want us then about someone telling the truth? You can't, and we, therefore, can be?

If there is someone willing to move mountains for him will go the other, ready to wring his neck.

Today they exult in the victory, while in fights and protect those whom beat in the subways. Protect in the war, but profits in civilian life.

Brothers! Intelligence is in danger! He is not just useless, it causes hostility.

Our country reminds of a rolling barrel. It rolls by itself. And all the jumping around, I explain. Close run. They rule even. Inhibit even. And then spit and shout: "look out!"