Character: Andrei Ivanovich Stoltz



- I'm tired, tired, tired!
- What, Ilya?
- From everything! From dances, meetings, tea parties, conversations! From this continuous running race. From gossip, from gossip. I don't like your Petersburg life! <...> no one has a clear, deceased. One tormented, condemned every day to go to work, and the other heavy sighs that he has no sort of grace.
№ 320442   Added MegaMozg 27-03-2018 / 18:53
Oh, Ilya, just look, the smell! If the health was thing you see and smell, I'm sure he would be kind, the way it should smell! <...> Ilya, throw yourself before a fat, the weight of the body, and then departs the soul sleep.
№ 320441   Added MegaMozg 27-03-2018 / 18:52