"The cockroach fell on its back and desperately waved its legs. . . Nevyrazimov took it by one leg and threw it into the lamp. The lamp flared and crackled . . . and Nevyrazimov felt better." The Small Fry, p. 8

"Suppose they issued a decree that I absolutely had to live with you, I'd either burn down the cottage or lay hands on myself." The Huntsman, p. 11

"What's that on your shoulders—a head or some other object?" Panikhida, p. 22

"It was dark . . . the world was lit by starts. For the sake of the festive parade, all of them, from small to large had come out in the sky washed, renewed, joyful and all of them to the last one quietly moved their rays." Easter Night, p. 33

"Breathing my last, I will still believe that science is the most important, the most beautiful and necessary thing in man's life, that it...