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### Description Added quotes from Russian classics. ### Translations 1090: The sun was already beginning to hide behind the snowy ridge when I entered the Koishaur valley. The Ossetian coachman was tirelessly chasing his horses in order to climb the Koishaur mountain before nightfall, and singing songs at the top of his voice. This valley is a glorious place! On all sides the mountains are impregnable, reddish cliffs covered with green ivy and crowned with clumps of chinaras, yellow precipices strewn with scouring holes, and there, high above, a golden fringe of snows, and below, the Aragva, embraced by another nameless river, noisily bursting out of a black, full of darkness gorge, stretches a silver thread and glistens like a snake with its scales. 1091: After all, there are some people who have it written in their hearts that all sorts of extraordinary things should happen to them. 1092: Contrary to my companion's prediction, the weather had cleared up, and promised us a quiet morning; the stars were weaving themselves in strange patterns in the distant sky, and one after another were extinguished as the pale glow of the east spread across the dark purple vault, gradually illuminating the steep slopes of the mountains covered with virgin snow. To right and left blackened the dark, mysterious chasms, and the mists, writhing and wriggling like snakes, slid down the wrinkles of the neighbouring rocks, as if sensing and dreading the approach of day. 1093: When we get away from the conditions of society and come closer to nature, we involuntarily become children; everything acquired falls away from the soul, and it becomes again what it once was, and will probably be again someday. Those who, like me, have had the chance to wander through the desert mountains, and to gaze long and long at their bizarre images, and to greedily swallow the life-giving air in their gorges, will certainly understand my desire to convey, to tell, to paint these magical pictures. 1094: So, we went down from Hood Mountain to Chertov Valley... That's a romantic name! You can already see the nest of the evil spirit between the impregnable cliffs - but that's not the case: the name Devil's Valley comes from the word “line”, not “devil”, because this was once the border of Georgia. This valley was covered with snow drifts, which reminded quite vividly of Saratov, Tambov and other nice places of our fatherland. 1095: We had to descend another five versts over icy rocks and heavy snow to reach Kobi station. The horses were exhausted, we were freezing; the blizzard was blowing harder and harder, just like our native, northern one; only its wild tunes were sadder, more mournful. ‘And you, exile,’ thought I, "weep for your wide, spreading steppes! There you have a place to spread your cold wings, but here you are stuffy and cramped, like an eagle that beats with a cry against the bars of its iron cage." 1096: What began in an extraordinary way must also end in the same way. ~~1097: Soon I was transferred to the Caucasus: it was the happiest time of my life. I hoped that boredom did not live under Chechen bullets - in vain: in a month I was so accustomed to their buzzing and to the nearness of death that, rightly, I paid more attention to the mosquitoes - and I became more bored than before, because I had lost almost the last hope.~~ ~~1098: Whether I am a fool or a villain, I do not know; but it is true that I am also very worthy of regret, perhaps more than she: my soul is corrupted by light, my imagination is restless, my heart is insatiable; everything is not enough for me: I am as easily accustomed to sorrow as to pleasure, and my life grows emptier day by day; there is only one remedy left to me: to travel. As soon as I can, I shall go - not to Europe, God forbid! - I shall go to America, to Arabia, to India, and I may die somewhere on the road! At least I am sure that this last consolation will not soon be exhausted by storms and bad roads.~~ 1099: It is sad to see when a young man loses his best hopes and dreams, when the rosy veil through which he looked at human affairs and feelings is pulled away, though there is hope that he will replace the old delusions with new ones, no less passing, but no less sweet. 1100: He has so often endeavoured to assure others that he is a creature not made for the world, doomed to some secret misery, that he has almost become convinced of it himself. That is why he wears his thick soldier's overcoat so proudly. I understood him, and he did not like me for it, though we were on the outwardly most friendly terms. ~~1101: We know in advance that everything can be argued about endlessly, and therefore we do not argue; we know almost all each other's innermost thoughts; one word is a whole story to us; we see the grain of each of our feelings through a triple shell. The sad is funny to us, the funny is sad, and in general, in truth, we are rather indifferent to everything, except ourselves. So, the exchange of feelings and thoughts between us can not be: we know one about the other all that we want to know, and do not want to know more. There is only one remedy left: to tell the news.~~ 1102: Doctor, at last I am triumphant: you do not understand me...! It grieves me, doctor,‘ continued I, after a moment's silence, ’I never reveal my secrets myself, but I am terribly fond of having them guessed, because in this way I can always be safe from them on occasion. 1103: Oh ego! You're the lever Archimedes used to lift the globe! 1104: Sadness in society is comical, and too much merriment is unseemly. 1105: It is not that restless need of love which torments us in the early years of youth, throwing us from one woman to another until we find one who cannot stand us: here begins our constancy - a true infinite passion, which can be expressed mathematically by a line falling from a point into space; the secret of this infinity is only the impossibility of reaching the goal, that is, the end. 1106: Like all boys, he has the pretence of being an old man; he thinks that on his face the deep marks of passion replace the imprint of years. ~~1107: I love my enemies, though not in a Christian way. They amuse me, stir my blood. To be always on the alert, to catch every look, the meaning of every word, to guess intentions, to destroy plots, to pretend to be deceived, and suddenly, with a single push, to topple the whole huge and difficult edifice of their cunning and schemes - that is what I call life.~~ 1108: I am ready for all sacrifices but this one; twenty times my life, even my honour will be at stake.... but I will not sell my freedom. ~~1109: And maybe I'll die tomorrow. And there won't be a single creature left on earth who will understand me perfectly. Some will think me worse, others better than I really am... Some will say he was a good man, others will say he was a scoundrel. Both will be false. After that, is it worth the labour of living? And you live out of curiosity: you expect something new..... Ridiculous and frustrating!~~ 1110: I am like a sailor, born and bred on the deck of a brig: his soul has grown accustomed to storms and battles, and, cast ashore, he is bored and languid, no matter how much the shady grove beckons him, no matter how much the peaceful sun shines on him; he walks all day long on the coastal sand, listening to the monotonous murmur of the crashing waves, and gazing into the misty distance: whether there, on the pale line separating the blue abyss from the grey clouds, the desired sail, at first like the wing of a sea gull, but little by little separating from the foam of the boulders and smoothly approaching the deserted wharf. .. 1111: Yes, gentlemen, life is short, philosophers say, so you must know how to use it. 1112: There's no equality in love, it's not my custom. In love, sometimes you have to cry. 1113: There's nothing worse than this shame, when you have to be ashamed of others. We're not guilty of anything, but we're ashamed, so ashamed I'd run away somewhere. But he doesn't seem to notice anything, he's even cheerful. 1114: I know I'm a funny man myself. Do people get executed for being funny? 1115: A man should spend a whole lifetime being brought up, but there is an epoch after which he should not be brought up. 1116: One love for your neighbour, one love for the good must be the goal. If love dries up in thy soul, thou wilt do nothing, thou wilt deceive thyself; love alone builds up the lasting and living, but pride is barren, then; that it needs nothing outside itself. 1117: Nothing in the world is so tempting to the ardent nature as to take part in current affairs, in this witnessed history; he who has allowed dreams of such activity into his bosom has spoilt himself for all other fields; he, whatever he does, will be a guest in everything: his unconditional field is not there - he will bring a civil dispute into art, he will paint his thought if he is a painter, he will sing if he is a musician. 1118: What is a name day? Why is there a brighter sense of sorrow and joy on this day than the day before, not the day after? I don't know why, but it is. Not only the name day, but every anniversary shakes the soul deeply. 1119: Life does not pass in vain for people who have awakened at least some strong thought..... Everything is nothing, today goes like yesterday, everything is very ordinary, but suddenly you turn back and see with amazement that a terrible distance has been travelled, an abyss has been gained and lived. 1120: Now, in his thirties, he was preparing to begin his life like a sixteen-year-old boy, not noticing that the door, closer and closer open, was not the one through which gladiators enter, but the one into which their bodies are carried out. 1121: Well, if misfortune befalls you, if grief breaks out over your head, you will weep and sorrow; but to think, when it is necessary to drink fine wine, that tomorrow fate will give you a bad kvass for it, is a kind of madness. The inability to live in the present, to appreciate the future, to give oneself to it, is one of the moral epidemics most developed in our time. We are still like those Jews who do not drink, do not eat, but save a penny for a rainy day; and whatever rainy day comes, we will not open our coffers-what kind of life is that? ~~1122: What use would it be if I lived not ten but fifty years; who would need my life but my mother, who herself is very unreliable? Whether from weakness of strength, or lack of character, the fact is that I am a useless man, and, convinced of this, I believe that I am the only master of my life; I have not yet loved life enough to shoot myself, and I certainly do not love it enough to live on a diet, to drive myself on stretchers, to eliminate strong sensations and tasty dishes in order to prolong for a long time this life of a hospital patient.~~ 1123: It is simply incomprehensible, why people are given such strength and aspirations, which have nowhere to use. Every beast is cleverly adapted by nature to a known form of life. And man. isn't there some mistake? Just the heart and mind is repugnant to agree in the possibility that the beautiful forces and aspiration given to people to eat their own chest. What is it? 1124: Wherever one looks and whenever one looks at nature, at life with an open soul, straightforwardly, unselfishly - they will give an abyss of pleasure. 1125: I must confess that the man has arranged his life very foolishly: nine tenths of it is spent in nonsense and trifles, and he does not know how to use the last part. 1126: What fun it is to talk when we can be faithfully, deeply understood and empathised with. 1127: Sometimes such characters are set in our places that, however many years may have passed since you met them, you will never think of some of them without a thrill of heart. 1128: To every disgusting situation man becomes accustomed as far as possible, and in every position he retains as far as possible the ability to pursue his meagre joys. 1129: He read novels, idylls, had quite a vivid imagination and often moved mentally to those times (former or not), in which, if you believe the poets, all people carelessly walked in the meadows, bathed in clean springs, kissed like doves, rested under roses and myrtles and in happy idleness all their days spent. 1130: I was healthy, young, cheerful, I had plenty of money, I had no worries yet - I lived without looking back, did what I wanted, prospered, in a word. It did not occur to me at that time that a man is not a plant and it is impossible for him to flourish for a long time. Youth eats gilded gingerbread, and thinks that this is its daily bread; and when the time comes, you will ask for bread. 1131: I travelled without purpose, without a plan; I stopped wherever I liked and went on as soon as I felt the desire to see new faces - exactly faces. I was exclusively occupied by people; I hated curious monuments, remarkable assemblies, the mere sight of a lon-lackey aroused in me a feeling of longing and anger; I almost went mad at the Grün Gewölbe in Dresden. 1132: When you dream of work, you soar like an eagle: you seem to move the earth, but in the performance you immediately become weak and tired. 1133: Looking round, listening, remembering, I suddenly felt a secret uneasiness in my heart.... I lifted my eyes to the sky - but there was no peace in the sky: mottled with stars, it was moving, shuddering; I leaned towards the river.... but there, too, in the dark, cold depths, the stars were shaking and trembling; I could sense a disturbing stirring everywhere, and the disturbance was growing in me. 1134: Tears boiled in my eyes, but they were not tears of senseless rapture. What I felt was not that vague, still recently experienced feeling of comprehensive desires, when the soul grows wide, sounds, when it seems that it understands everything and loves everything..... No! A thirst for happiness was kindled in me. I did not yet dare to call it by its name, but happiness, happiness to the point of satiety - that is what I wanted, that is what I longed for... 1135: Remember yesterday when you were talking about wings? I've grown wings, but I can't fly. 1136: Laughter without reason is the best laughter in the world - all that joyous ebullience of young, fresh life, that rush forward - anywhere but forward. 1137: Happiness has no tomorrow; it has no yesterday; it does not remember the past, does not think of the future; it has the present - and that is not a day - but a moment. 1138: There are such happy faces in the world: everyone likes to look at them, as if they were warming you or stroking you. 1139: What the hell is this nonsense! Every man hangs on a string, the abyss may open under him every minute, and he invents all sorts of troubles for himself, spoils his life. 1140: You will not believe me now, but I tell you: you and I got into a society of women, and it was pleasant for us; but to leave such a society is like being thrown into cold water on a hot day. 1141: And I think: I am lying here under a stack..... The narrow place I occupy is so tiny compared to the rest of the space where I am not and where I do not care; and the part of time that I will be able to live is so insignificant before eternity, where I have not been and will not be. 1142: Yes,‘ Bazarov began, ’man is a strange creature. When you look from the side and from afar at the deaf life that the ‘fathers’ lead here, it seems: what better? Eat, drink, and know that you are acting in the most correct, the most reasonable manner. But no; I get bored. I want to deal with people, even to scold them, but to deal with them. 1143: Look,‘ said Arkady suddenly, ’a dry maple leaf has broken off and is falling to the ground; its movements are quite similar to the flight of a butterfly. Isn't that strange? The saddest and deadest things are similar to the merriest and liveliest things. 1144: Think about it, what could be more horrible than to love and not be loved! 1145: 'Don't you find,' began Arkady, 'that the ash-tree is very well named in Russian: no tree so easily and clearly squeals in the air as it does. 1146: Well, goodbye! Live long, that's the best, and enjoy it while it lasts. Look at this ugly sight: a worm half-crushed, and still clinging. And I also thought: I'll break a lot of things, I won't die, where to! I have a task, because I'm a giant! And now the whole task of a giant is to die decently, though nobody cares about it..... All the same, I won't wag my tail. 1147: Whatever passionate, sinful, rebellious heart may lurk in the grave, the flowers growing on it look serenely at us with their innocent eyes: it is not of one eternal tranquillity that they speak to us, that great tranquillity of ‘indifferent’ nature; they speak also of eternal reconciliation and of life infinite. 1148: You don't have to be so hot, because I don't care. A romantic would say: I feel that our roads are beginning to diverge, but I'm just saying that we're boring each other. 1149: We should arrange life in such a way that every moment in it is significant. 1150: You cannot imagine how strange it is to read in 1829 a novel written in 775. It seems as if suddenly from our drawing-room we enter an ancient hall upholstered in shtoff, sit down in satin down armchairs, see strange dresses, but familiar faces, and recognise in them our uncles and grandmothers, but younger. 1151: Of course, in the old days a lover for a favourable look left for three years to fight in Palestine; but in our times to go 500 versts away from St. Petersburg, in order to see the ruler of his heart - right means a lot. 1152: To dislike the countryside is forgivable to a nun who has just been released from a cage, or to an 18-year-old chamber-junker - Petersburg is the antechamber, Moscow is the maiden room, the countryside is our study. A respectable man, of necessity, passes through the antechamber and seldom looks into the maiden room, but sits in his study. 1153: Isn't it better to get used to the rigours of adulthood in advance and voluntarily give up fading youth? 1154: I have often marvelled at the stupidity of the notion or the impurity of the imagination of the ladies, who are, however, very amiable. Often the most delicate joke, the most poetic greeting, they take it either as a cheeky epigram or an unseemly platitude. In such a case the cold look they adopt is so murderously disgusting that the most ardent love cannot resist it. 1155: Not only the first fluff of cheeks and young blond curls, sometimes even the stern appearance of an old man, the scars of his forehead, the gray hair instill passionate dreams into the imagination of beauty. 1156: The Ukrainian night is quiet. The sky is transparent. The stars are shining. The air does not want to overcome its drowsiness. The silvery poplar leaves barely tremble. But the strange dreams in Mazepa's soul are gloomy: the stars of the night, like accusatory eyes, look at him mockingly. And the poplars, crowded in a row, quietly shaking their heads, like judges, whisper among themselves. 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