Character: Faina Ranevskaya. Page 3

The young lady beef for a crock of shit.

Isn't a room. It is a mere well. I feel like a bucket that is to be omitted.
- I'm not allowed to live, Faina.
- And who told you that this is life?

I think, why do you think men beautiful woman enjoys greater success than the smart?
- Darling, it's so easy! The blind men in the world too much, and the stupid are a dime a dozen.

When I play for a long time do not prepare a new role, I feel like a pianist whose amputated hands.

One has only to think about what will people say, how life starts to go to hell. It's a dangerous question, it is better never to ask. To themselves or others.

Oh, what a smart look at this boob.

Shopping at the house?
- There!
- Here! Where am I going to go? I f necessary to walk. I have multiple sclerosis leg.

Sun room, chetverty floor, with a balcony!
With a balcony? Not going, head twisted to fall from the balcony, who will be responsible?

- Looked, so there is no phone...
- Have a phone! In the corridor! Common!
- No, no, personal, only personal.
Why?
- Personal well as move - lift, and the total still to pay. I will not go!

A hundred beautiful words can not replace one sincere.

Theatre - the Kingdom of crooked mirrors. It thousands of masks and not one real person.

This is the question that you need to benefit or take damage.

The people are great, body and soul. Unfortunately, the first are more common.

I can't go visit. Too often forget the rules of decency and begin to speak the truth.