“You are a clot, so to speak. A clot of envy in the dying era's bloodstream. The dying era envies the era that's coming… — Yury Olesha Copy Share Image
“I need to be blinded, Valya. I was wrong, Valya ... I thought the emotions had perished -- love and devotion and tenderness, but… — Yury Olesha Copy Share Image
“I listen, horrified. It's the laughter of a heathen priest. I listen like a blind man listening to a rocket explode.” — Yury Olesha Copy Share Image
