Character: Grigory Stepanovich Smirnov

There was a time when I played the fool, sentimental, meditacin, scattered beads, scuffed up... Loved, suffered, sighed to the moon was strong, would melt, torments. Loved passionately, wildly, in all sorts of manners, hell, rattled like a magpie about emancipation, he lived in gentle sense half of the state, but now the humble servant! Now you can't fool me! Pretty! Black eyes, passionate eyes, red lips, dimpled cheeks, the moon, whispers, timid breathing - in all that, Madam, I and now the copper penny will not give!

That is a woman. That's what I understand! A real woman! Not sour, not a weakling, fire, gunpowder, a rocket!

Five years is not in love, swore, and suddenly it turns out that the shaft in another carriage.

Have rutlemania have russiaville, limp...

What sort of logic! Man needs desperately money, fit to be hung, and she does not pay, because, you see, are not inclined to deal with money matters. Women's logic!

Tell me honestly: if you saw in my lifetime a woman who was really true and faithful? Not seen! True and faithful only the old and ugly!

Hang me, here on this nail upside down - unless the woman knows how to love anyone except lapdogs?...

Look at different poetic creature: muslin, ether, the demigod, a million of enthusiasm, but look into the soul of an ordinary crocodile!