And at last he began prancing up and down and rubbing his hands, and humming and murmuring, and putting his fist to his mouth blew a march on it as on a trumpet, and even uttered aloud a few encouraging words and nicknames addressed to himself, such as bulldog and little cockerel.

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai Gogol

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Russian

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They christened the child, whereat he wept and made a grimace, as though he foresaw that he was to be a titular councillor.

I must confess that I do not understand why things are so arranged, that women seize us by the nose as deftly as they do the handle of a teapot: either their hands are so constructed, or else our noses are good for nothing else.

Sometimes, it is enough for us to hold out a hand to receive help. It is not we who help; God helps, granting His power to the powerless word.

The nose looked at the Major and frowned a little.

One cannot expect men not to get drunk when there is nothing to do!

Tell him the wedding is being prepared, only there won't be any music at our wedding: deacons will sing instead of pipes and mandolins. I won't step out to dance with my bridegroom: they will bear me away. Dark, dark will be my house: of maple wood it will be, and instead of a chimney there will be a cross on its roof!

But my very latest discovery made me feel better. I had found that every rooster has his own Spain and he has it under his feathers.

I really don't know, the old lady brought out hesitatingly, you see I've never sold the dead before.

But until now I did not understand; everything was in a sort of mist. And I believe it all arose from believing that the brain is in the head. It's not so at all; it comes with the wind from the direction of the Caspian Sea.

Pulcheria Ivanovna reached out her hand to stroke her; but the ungrateful animal had evidently become too well used to robber cats, or adopted some romantic notion about love and poverty being better than a palace, for the cats were as poor as church-mice.

I've long suspected dogs of being much smarter than people; I was even certain they could speak, but there was only some kind of stubbornness in them. They're extraordinary politicians: they notice every human step.

What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourself.

The higher truths are, the more cautious one must be with them; otherwise, they are converted into common things, and common things are not believed.

Every one to his taste, one man loves the priest and another the priest's wife, as the proverb says.