Character: Famusov

Then there is that now.

There are strange dreams, and the reality is weirder.

<...> we have already from time immemorial is carried out,
That the father and the son honor.

Policing nonsense out of your head;
Where miracles are, there's little warehouse.

Famusov:
It is impossible not to regret that with that kind of mind...
Chatsky:
Can you regret someone else?

I used my half
Just strikes - it's somewhere with a man.

Bah! all the familiar faces!

Oh if evil stop:
Collect all the books would be burned Yes.

Well! the great trouble,
What are you drinking an extra man!
The doctrine that plague learning - that's the reason
What is now the forest than when
Crazy divorced people, and Affairs and opinions.

Long ago I marvel how no one will connect!
Try on the authorities - and newest that raskazhet!
That low bow, bend-ka who ring,
Even before the monarch's face,
So call it a scoundrel!..

How will submit to cristescu or place
How not poradet native little man!..

Yes, happiness is, who has a such a son!
Has, it seems, in his buttonhole ordenok?

Though the soul let go of penitence!

What says! and speaks, writes!