Character: Boris Morozov

- We live as counterfeiters. - Frost raised his newspaper and shook them.
- Look! They are building military factories and claim that they want peace. They are building concentration camps, and claimed to be the defenders of truth.
Political intolerance appears under the guise of justice, political gangsters pretending to be benefactors of mankind, freedom has become a vociferous slogan seekers after power.
Fake money! False spiritual coin! False propaganda! Kitchen Machiavellianism. Proud ideals in the hands of scum.
Where can we be honest?

The surest way to get rid of the love of a woman - from time to time to sleep with her. Not to give vent to the imagination.

I hate perfection! It is contrary to human nature.

What artificially dramatize a perfectly natural act?

It is pointless to sit in one place for hours and wait.

- A toast to beauty... for the eternal beauty of the moment. You know what else this man, and only him? to laugh and cry...
- And to revel in it. Drinking vodka, wine, philosophy, women, hope and despair. But do you know what is known to man and only to him? He was going to die. As an antidote he is given a fantasy. The stone is real. The plant really. And the animal actually. They are arranged reasonably. They don't know will die. The man knows it.

Man is weak - and therein lies its charm.

One of my friends said that it is easier to sleep with a man than to call him by his name.

Don't take any chances and go for it for sure.

Fate-villains are always surprises in store. Surprise so surprise!

Always it is good there where we are not. Going back to the old place, and all you feel is different. And then takes the former view.

Look what happened to us? As far as I know, only the ancient gods were the gods of wine and revelry - Bacchus and Dionysus. And we instead of them - Freud, inferiority complex, psychoanalysis, fear of big words of love and a penchant for big words in politics. Boring we breed, isn't it?

Man is great in his plans, but weak in their implementation. That's his trouble, and his charm.

We always think that if we helped the person, you can step aside; but it was then that he becomes unbearable.