Character: Nina Mikhailovna Zarechnaya

And I think that someone has experienced the pleasure of creation, for already all other pleasures do not exist.

- Wonderful world! How I envy you, if you knew! Lots of people are different. Some barely eke out their dull, inconspicuous existence, all similar to each other, all miserable; others, like you, you are one in a million - fell to life interesting, bright, full of value... you are happy...
- I? (Shrugging.) Um... You talk about fame, of happiness, of a bright, interesting life, and for me, all these good words, sorry, anyway, that marmalade, which I never eat. You are very young and very good.

I thought famous people, proud, unapproachable, that they despised the crowd and his glory, Shine his name as if taking revenge on her for what she puts above all the nobility of origin and wealth. But they cry, fish, play cards, laugh and get angry as all...

People, lions, eagles and partridges, horned deer, geese, spiders, silent fishes dwelling in the water, starfish and those that were impossible to see with the naked eye,- in a word, all lives, having made a sad circle, settles thousands of claims, as the land is not in itself a single living creature, and this poor moon lights in vain, light. In the meadow do not Wake up with a cry of cranes, and beetles is not heard in the Linden groves. Cold, empty, scary.
The body of living creatures have disappeared in the dust, and eternal matter has converted them into stones, into water, into clouds, and their souls all merged into one. Total world soul is I...... In me and the soul of Alexander the Great and Caesar and Shakespeare and Napoleon, and the last leech. In me the consciousness of the people merged with the instincts of animals, and I remember everything and every life within myself I experience again.

I'm too simple to understand You!