Today is like yesterday and tomorrow will be the same as today. God, help us! Take pity of us!

Today is like yesterday and tomorrow will be the same as today. God, help us! Take pity of us!

When I am dead, I will not hurt anymore, will it Mama?...When I am dead, build me a little monument of stones in the woods.

Now I have realized what the lie is. If I became a tsar, no one would ever dare to tell me a lie. I would have gotten the country under control.

Why aren't I like other boys?

Mama, don't forget to put a little monument on my tomb when I'm dead.

I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows whether one of these days I shall not be prevented from doing it?