Character: Evgeny Bazarov. Page 3

Since I'm here, I papacosta feel, just been reading Gogol's letters to the Kaluga Governor.

As for that time - why I depend on him going? Let is better it depends on me.

- The amazing thing, 'continued Bazarov,' these old romance! Develops the nervous system to stimulation... well, balance and broken. However, goodbye!

Russian people only the good that he himself wretched opinions. What is important is that twice two is four, and the rest is all nonsense.

The old joke the death and each new.

When I met the man who was not overawed in front of me, then I will change my mind about myself.

We are not so few as you suppose.

Flying fish some time you can hold it in the air, but soon to plop into the water.

Nature is not a temple but a workshop, and man is the workman in it.

The man who all his life put the love of women, and when this card is killed, limp and dropped to the point that no matter what is not be the sort of man - not a man, not a male.

Can be sure, every man is a mystery.

Yes, go and try to deny death. She denies you, and that's that!

- I look at heaven only when I want to sneeze, ' growled Bazarov, and turning to Arkady, he added in a low voice: - Sorry for interrupting.

In the suitcase was empty space, and I put him in the hay; and in the life our case than it was filled, if only void was not.