And over the village slipped the days, passing into the nights; the weeks flowed by, the months crept on, the wind howled, and glassified with an autumnal, translucent, greenish-azure, The Don flowed tranquilly down to the sea.

No matter how bad the lord is, the lout become a lord is ten times worse.

I am one of those authors who consider it their highest honour and their highest liberty to have a completely untrammelled chance of using their pens to serve the working people.

In my opinion, the true pioneers are those artists who make manifest in their works the new content, the determining characteristics of life in our time.

One might say that the novel is the genre that most predisposes one to a profound insight into the tremendous life around us, instead of putting forward one's own tiny ego as the centre of the universe.

Vast sections of the world's population are inspired by the same desires and live for common interests that bind them together far more than they separate them.

علف گور را محو میکند, زمان درد را.باد رد پای رفتگان را میلیسد, زمان محنت خونچکان خاطره ی درد بار زنانی را که مردان محبوبشا را دگر بار ندیدند و دیگر هیچ گاه باز نخواند دید. چرا که زندگی ادمی فصلی بس کوتاهست و یک وجب سبزه که با ما میدهند تا از ان بگذریم سخت تنگ.

In broad daylight it's terrible for a man to face his death; but when you're asleep it ought to be easy enough....