You Can't Imagine How Stupid The Whole

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.

...and Sank Into The Profound Slumber Which Comes Only To Such Fortunate Folk As Are Troubled Neither With Mosquitoes Nor Fleas Nor Excessive Activity Of Brain.

There Exists A Kind Of Laughter Which Is Worthy To Be Ranked With The Higher Lyric Emotions And Is Infinitely Different From The Twitching Of A Mean Merrymaker.

At The End Of The Table, The Secretary Was Reading The Decision In Some Case, But In Such A Mournful And Monotonous Voice, That The Condemned Man Himself Would Have Fallen Asleep While Listening To It. The Judge, No Doubt, Would Have Been The First Of All To Do So, Had He Not Entered Into An Engrossing Conversation While It Was Going On.

There Are Certain Words Which Are Nearer And Dearer To A Man Than Any Others.