Looking about me, listening and recalling what the day had been like, I suddenly felt a secret unease in my heart and raised my eyes to the sky, but even in the sky there seemed to be no tranquillity. Dotted with stars, it constantly quivered and danced and shivered.
Ivan TurgenevSo many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.
Ivan TurgenevTo tell about a drunken muzhik's beating his wife is incomparably harder than to compose a whole tract about the 'woman question.'
Ivan Turgenev