Character: Chatsky

Your age I scolded mercilessly, I
Give you the power of:
Fold part,
Though our time in the bargain;
So be it, I won't cry.

You are right: out of the fire he will be released unharmed
Who is with you day to spend time
Breathe the air one,
And the reason it will survive.

Chatsky:
Would like him to be killed...
Lisa:
For the Compania?
Sofia:
No, stay if you wish.

Chatsky:
... Tell them I into the fire: go for lunch.
Sophia:
Yeah, well - we'll burn, if not?

God knows, he invented you,
Than his head never not been Packed.

As with the early years used to believe we
What are we without the Germans there is no salvation!

Like dresses, the hair, and short minds.

So if a grief to drink, so it is better than to procrastinate, but the trouble with mellenium not flee.

When the guard, other from the court
Here time came:
Women shouted: Hooray!
And in the air threw up their bonnets!

I'm not a reader of nonsense,
And that the forest model.

Where, show us the fathers of the Fatherland,
Which we must take for the samples?
Not these, mugging rich?
Protection from the court in friends found in related,
Gorgeous soruda chamber,
Where bottled in feasting and extravagance,
And where will resurrect the customers are foreigners
Last plaguing the meanest traits.
And who in Moscow is not clamped mouths
Lunch, dinner, and dancing?

Strive to recruit teachers shelves
The number of Pobol a price cheaper.

A little light - you're on your feet! And I'm at your feet.

- Often there we find shelter, where we note.
- I go to women, but not for this.