Character: Volka Kostylkov

- So teach me all these Sciences, is about a young kid.
- Who is this idiot?
- Of course you, for you are wise beyond his years.
You know what, Hottabych, don't call me Baldy anymore.
I appreciate your modesty, o Volka.

- A sick person needs rest.
- A sick person is required, and the patient, the Genie is not required. If the patient will regret it immediately recovers. Really you do not know your science books?

Genie you are, of course, extremely powerful. But in modern life you deal worse than the baby.

I suppose everyone will be nice to play a private ball.
- Yes understand you, eccentric people, the essence of football is that...
- Got it! So I took the "Puck" the true goal?
- Well, Yes!

No, better to die than to become a speculator.

- And the rest we have to share.
- Not to distribute and sell. You will have money, lots of money. And the money is the glory, that's plenty friends.
- Judge for yourself, Hottabych, who needs friends for money?

- I the most outstanding young man of this city!
Okay, in the Department will understand what's ham.

After all, it is bad form - to strike people with thunder from the sky. This is because everyone can do.

Well, where is good - to fall on his knees. Directly some kind of feudalism... Yeah you finally stand up, and that was no more, this groveling! Shame on you! Honestly, shame on you!

- Do you have any grief, o Volka Ibn Alyosha? Tell me and I will help you. Not eating if you longing?
- Gnawing, timidly answered it. - I have a geography exam.

- Tell me, o Volka! What does the word "noodle"?
- You know... Well, it's kind of like sage.

- Well, the fairest of students? If you shook your answers of the teachers and their fellow man?
- Shook...

- Oh, thank you, beautiful and wise young man!
- You... you're out of initiative?
- I'm here from the thrice accursed vessel.