* * * * * If you cry "Forward," you must without fail explain in which direction one must go. Do you not see that, if without explaining the direction, you fire off this word simultaneously at a monk and at a revolutionary, they will proceed in precisely opposite directions? * * * * * It is said in Holy Writ: "Fathers, do not irritate your children," even the wicked and good-for-nothing children; but the fathers irritate me, irritate me terribly. My contemporaries chime in with them and the youngsters follow, and every minute they strike me in the face with their smooth words. * * * * * That the aunt suffered and did not show it gave him the impression of a trick. * * * * * O.I. was in constant motion; such women, like bees, carry about a fertilizing pollen.... * * * * * Don't marry a rich woman--she will drive you out of the house; don't marry a poor woman--you won't sleep; but marry the freest freedom, the lot and life of a Cossack. (Ukrainian saying.) * * * * * _Aliosha_: "I often hear people say: 'Before marriage there is romance, and then--goodbye, illusion!' How heartless and coarse it is." * * * * * So long as a man likes the splashing of a fish, he is a poet; but when he knows that the splashing is nothing but the chase of the weak by the strong, he is a thinker; but when he does not understand what sense there is in the chase, or what use in the equilibrium which results from destruction, he is becoming silly and dull, as he was when a child. And the more he knows and thinks, the sillier he becomes. * * * * * _The death of a child_. I have no sooner sat down in peace than--bang--fate lets fly at me. * * * * * The she-wolf, nervous and anxious, fond of her young, dragged away a foal into her winter-shelter, thinking him a lamb. She knew that there was a ewe there and that the ewe had young. While she was dragging the foal away, suddenly some one whistled; she was alarmed and dropped him, but he followed her. They arrived at the shelter. He began to suck like the young wolves. Throughout the winter he changed but little; he only grew thin and his legs longer, and the spot on his forehead turned into a triangle. The she-wolf was in delicate health.[1] [Footnote 1: A sketch of part of the story "Whitehead."] * * * * * They invited celebrities to these evening parties, and it was dull because there are few people of talent in Moscow, and the same singers and reciters performed at all evening parties. * * * * * She has not before felt herself so free and easy with a man. * * * * * You wait until you grow up and I'll teach you declamation.