Character: Platonov

It is difficult for a long time to feel the sharpness of feelings - any. I think you get tired of even being afraid of death. In the end, something comes that for some takes the form of indifference, for others it takes the form of calm.

The specific level of evil is approximately the same in all eras. It's just that evil takes different forms. Sometimes it is represented by anarchy and crime, and sometimes by power. He, a long-liver, saw both.

Punishment is unknown for what does not happen. You just need to think, and the answer is sure to be found.

It makes no sense to blame the state for your troubles. And history is meaningless. You can only blame yourself.

We could not see each other for months and not even to call each other, but when we met, I had an amazing feeling that next to me is a man who will never betray me. Never. No matter what happens. Usually it is taken very close and longtime friend, and he wasn't my friend. He was just... No, I don't know how to say it.

One of the great French writer tells of such a case. The Prussians won the French and otherwise abused them, shot the men, raped women, looted houses, burned fields... And one beautiful woman - a French woman - very pretty, caught, began to infect in spite of all Germans who fell into her arms. She made ill whole hundreds, perhaps even thousands... And when she was dying in the hospital, she happily and proudly talked about it.

Most of all they lie when they are asked: "How came you to this?" But what right do you have to ask this, damn you?! Because it does not climb in your intimate life? She's not interested in your first 'Holy' love or the innocence of your sisters and your bride.

They're lying to us because we do demand of them, because we interfere with them quite alien to our souls with their silly techniques and questions, because we secretly believe they are big fools and stupid pretenders.

Soon, in fifty years, but will come and it is a brilliant Russian writer, which will absorb all the hardships and all the filth of this life and throw them to us in the form of simple, thin and immortal, is burning images. And we all say: "Yes, it's all we saw and knew, but we could not assume that this is so terrible!" In this coming artist I believe with all my heart.

This is a lie, or theatrical effects for children of younger age, or a cunning symbolism, comprehensible only to the sages of the future. And life itself no one touched it.

I do not know more terrible than this compound is quite iskrenee piety with the natural attraction to crime.

- You're evil and proud, Eugene, said quietly Platonov.
- I was not angry and not proud... It is only now.

Man is born for great joy, for ceaseless creation, in which he is God, for broad, free, unconstrained in any way love to all: to tree, to sky, to man, to dog, to the sweet, gentle, beautiful land.

- While there is property, there will be poverty. Until there is marriage, not die, and prostitution.