Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.

He watched through a crack inside just pretending to be dead he wanted to fix each pallbearer in his memory . . . it seems to me a telephone was installed in the coffin to someone yet again Stalin is sending his instructions.

When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.

Be equal to your talent, not your age. At times let the gap between them be embarrassing.

Everything I do, I do on the principle of Russian borscht. You can throw everything into it beets, carrots, cabbage, onions, everything you want. What's important is the result, the taste of the borscht.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.