Character: Erast Fandorin

- I, Varvara Andreevna, did the enemy d-democracy. - (Said blushing). - One person is not originally equal to the other, and there's nothing you can do about it. The democratic principle infringes the rights of those who are more intelligent, t-talented, hard work, puts them at the mercy of stupid will, stupid, incompetent and lazy, right, because those in society are always more. Let our compatriots first otuchat from beastliness and deserve to carry the title Mr. citizen, and even then it will be possible for Parliament to consider.
From such an unheard-of statement Cooking was confused, but came to the rescue of d Evreux.
Still, if the electoral law had already entered, softly he said (the conversation, of course, was in French), - it is unfair to hurt an entire half of humanity, and besides, still and best.

The main thing - do not lose your presence of mind and do not be afraid.

- What is it? - as usual, without transition, asked Ivan Franzevich, laying on the table a deck of playing cards.
Card - surprised Fandorin.
- Playing?
- Do not play. Papa forbade in hand to take, saying that he had enough for himself and for me and for three generations Fandorinym forward.

- Tomorrow morning. Twenty steps hurdles.
- Why tomorrow? Let's go right now. You count, say, from morning to evening at the penny exercise, and just twenty steps away. Let's you do things differently. Will flip you for it. Who will drop - will go to the yard and shot. Without any barriers. Lost people, and a bullet in the forehead - a common occurrence. Well, count? Or a penny easier to get than in your own head? Or to miss the mark of fear?

- What is older, Jack or Queen?
It is hard to say... the Lady looks younger, although the ladies is not always understand.

Here they are, the authoritative benefits: one on personal cab home, and the other on foot in need of service.

Rude people are good because they themselves can also not stand on ceremony.

Personal honour must not be sacrificed never and for what reasons.

What happened with me, not a disease. Rather, trauma. As you know, the bone is easily broken at the site of the former fracture. So I have, by coincidence of coincidences, cracked old fracture of the soul.

Saw a bug and got so mad at poor insect that even the pressure was gone. Why give the bloodsucker a Martyr's death? To improve bug karma, so that in his next life he was reborn at a higher stage of samsara? Shish him, not samsara.

How much easier life would be on earth if every person treated themselves with respect.

People are not just rich, but super rich and titled national identity have not.

The worst of evils that pretends to be good.

- You know, Afanasiy Stepanovich, what your mistake? 'he said wearily, closing his eyes. - Do you believe that the world exists according to certain rules, that it is the meaning and p-order. And I learned long ago: life is nothing but chaos. No it is no order, and rules either.
- However, you yourself give the impression of a man with a hard rules - I could not resist from studs, looking at his neat parting, to preserve the perfection, despite all the adventures and turmoil.
- Yes, I have rules. But these are my own rules, invented by me for myself, not for the whole world. Let alone the world itself, and I'll be by myself. To the extent possible. Own rules, Afanasy Stepanovich, it is not the desire to equip all of creation, and attempt to somehow organize the space, are you in close proximity. But no more. And even so little I'm not too good at it...