Character: Pechorin, Grigory. Page 2

Tomorrow she'll want to reward me. I already know all this by heart - that is boring!

At the end of the evening the conversation took a philosophical-metaphysical direction; interpret the beliefs that each one was convinced things.

And maybe I will die tomorrow!... and will not remain on earth any creature would understand me perfectly.

When the praise eyes, it means that the rest is no good.

A slave I cannot be, and to rule in this case - the work tedious.

No man in the world over whom the past has acquired such a power as over me. Any reminder of bygone grief or joy strikes painfully into my soul and remove from it all the same sounds, I am stupidly constituted: I don't forget anything.

During my two people: one lives in the full sense of the word, the other thinks and judges it; the first may in an hour say goodbye to you and the world forever, and the second...

After all as it seems not to be a fatalist? But who knows probably I am convinced whether it is or not?.. and how often do we take belief a delusion or a slip of the mind!...

I like to question everything: this is the location of the mind does not interfere with the determination of the character - on the contrary, that to me, I always go more boldly forward when I don't know what I should expect. After all, worse than death, nothing will happen - but death does not pass!

Love, like fire, without food goes.

... and we are only two in the morning remembered what the doctor told to go to bed at eleven.

I have an inborn urge to contradict; my whole life has been a mere chain of sad and unsuccessful contradictions to heart or reason.

Werner the other day compared women with the enchanted forest, which tells TASS in "Liberated Jerusalem". "Only begin, - he said - you will fly from all sides such fears, that God forbid: duty, pride, decorum, the General opinion, ridicule, contempt... we Must not only watch, but to go straight - little by little the monsters vanish and before you opens a quiet and bright glade in the midst of which blooms the green Myrtle. But the trouble is, if the first steps the heart will tremble and turn back!"

And cares me to the joys and disasters of man, me, a travelling officer, and one permission crossing Russia, but the state need...