[f]or Contemporary Judgment Does Not Recognize That

As You Pass From The Tender Years Of Youth Into Harsh And Embittered Manhood, Make Sure You Take With You On Your Journey All The Human Emotions! Don't Leave Them On The Road, For You Will Not Pick Them Up Afterwards!

For Public Opinion Does Not Admit That Lofty Rapturous Laughter Is Worthy To Stand Beside Lofty Lyrical Emotion And That There Isall The Difference In The World Between It And The Antics Of A Clown At A Fair.

Everywhere Across Whatever Sorrows Of Which Our Life Is Woven, Some Radiant Joy Will Gaily Flash Past.

This Was Not The Old Chichikov. This Was Some Wreckage Of The Old Chichikov. The Inner State Of His Soul Might Be Compared To A Demolished Building, Which Has Been Demolished So That From It A New One Could Be Built; But The New One Has Not Been Started Yet, Because The Infinitive Plan Has Not Yet Come From The Architect And The Workers Are Left In Perplexity.

In The Course Of Reading He [alexander Pushkin] Became More And More Melancholy And Finally Became Completely Gloomy. When The Reading Was Over He Uttered In A Voice Full Of Sorrow: "goodness, How Sad Is Our Russia!"