We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
Don't force me into saying what I don't want to say, and what I won't say.
Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there'll come a time when you'll start asking just for a crust.
To tell about a drunken muzhik's beating his wife is incomparably harder than to compose a whole tract about the 'woman question.'