the youngsters follow, and every minute they strike me in the
face with their smooth words.
* * * * *
That the aunt suffered and did not show it gave him the impression of
a trick.
* * * * *
O.I. was in constant motion; such women, like bees, carry about a
fertilizing pollen....
* * * * *
Don't marry a rich woman--she will drive you out of the house; don't
marry a poor woman--you won't sleep; but marry the freest freedom, the
lot and life of a Cossack. (Ukrainian saying.)
* * * * *
_Aliosha_: "I often hear people say: 'Before marriage there is
romance, and then--goodbye, illusion!' How heartless and coarse it
is."
* * * * *
So long as a man likes the splashing of a fish, he is a poet; but when
he knows that the splashing is nothing but the chase of the weak by
the strong, he is a thinker; but when he does not understand what
sense there is in the chase, or what use in the equilibrium which
results from destruction, he is becoming silly and dull, as he
was when a child. And the more he knows and thinks, the sillier he
becomes.
* * * * *
_The death of a child_. I have no sooner sat down in peace
than--bang--fate lets fly at me.
* * * * *
The she-wolf, nervous and anxious, fond of her young, dragged away a
foal into her winter-shelter, thinking him a lamb. She knew that there
was a ewe there and that the ewe had young. While she was dragging
the foal away, suddenly some one whistled; she was alarmed and dropped
him, but he followed her. They arrived at the shelter. He began to
suck like the young wolves. Throughout the winter he changed but
little; he only grew thin and his legs longer, and the spot on
his forehead turned into a triangle. The she-wolf was in delicate
health.[1]
[Footnote 1: A sketch of part of the story "Whitehead."]
* * * * *
They invited celebrities to these evening parties, and it was dull
because there are few people of talent in Moscow, and the same singers
and reciters performed at all evening parties.
* * * * *
She has not before felt herself so free and easy with a man.
* * * * *
You wait until you grow up and I'll teach you declamation.
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