Character: Grushnitski

- You say, these days, terribly trailing behind my Princess?
- Where are we fools to drink tea...

We went with Grushnitski; on the street he took my arm and after a long silence, said:
- Well, what?
"You are stupid" - I wanted to answer him, but held back and just shrugged his shoulders.

Everything is manner; much said, and ugadyvaetsya...

- My dear, I hate people, so they do not despise, because otherwise life would be too disgusting a farce.
- My dear, I despise women in order not to love them, because otherwise life would be too ridiculous a melodrama.

Women! women! who can understand them? Their smiles contradict their eyes, their words promise and beckon, and the sound of their voice repels... they will in a minute comprehend and guess our most secret thought, I do not understand the clearest hints...