We have put laurel-wreaths on lousy heads.

The Russian village has given us only 'Kamarinsky' in a thousand years.

A remarkable Russian poet who was also something of a wit, seeing the great Rachel on the stage for the first time cried in ecstasy, 'I wouldn't exchange Rachel for a peasant!' I am prepared to go further.

I would give all the peasants in Russia for one Rachel.

It's high time to look things in the face more soberly, and not to mix up our national rustic pitch with _bouquet de l'Imperatrice._" Liputin agreed at once, but remarked that one had to perjure oneself and praise the peasant all the same for the sake of being progressive, that even ladies in good society shed tears reading "Poor Anton," and that some of them even wrote from Paris to their bailiffs that they were, henceforward, to treat the peasants as humanely as possible.
It happened, and as ill-luck would have it just after the rumours of the Anton Petrov affair had reached us, that there was some disturbance in our province too, only about ten miles from Skvoreshniki, so that a detachment of soldiers was sent down in a hurry.
This time Stepan Trofimovitch was so much upset that he even frightened us.