Character: Arkady Kirsanov

“Look,” Arkady said suddenly, “a dry maple leaf has come off and is falling to the ground; its movements are completely similar to the flight of a butterfly. Isn't it strange? The most sad and dead is similar to the most cheerful and alive.

- I don't know what to tell you. A real person should not care about this; a real person is one about whom there is nothing to think about, but whom one must obey or hate.

- Where? I will answer you like an echo: where?

Either I'm stupid or it's all nonsense. I must be stupid.

I had a thought; why not Express?

We ought so to arrange life so that each day was significant.