You don't understand, you fool' says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. 'You've never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years... You just think I'm a mad person who has thrown his life away... Once the free spirit has taken hold of a man, there's no way of getting it out of him.

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood!

What a delight it is to respect people!

Oh, I have now a mania for shortness. Whatever I read - my own or other people's works - it all seems to me not short enough.

In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger... A stranger, and lonely...

Desription should be very brief and have an incidental nature.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.