Ivan Turgenev

“ The only good quality of a Russian is to have the lowest possible opinion about himself. What matters is that twice two make four and the rest is all rubbish."
"And is nature rubbish?" said Arkady, gazing pensively at the colored fields in the distance, beautifully lit up in the mellow rays of the sinking sun.
"Nature, too, is rubbish in the sense you give to it. Nature is not a temple but a workshop, and man is the workman in it." ”

“ If anything goes wrong you just tell me. And are you quite well yourself?"
"Very well, thank God."
"Thank God, that's the main thing. And you?" he added, turning to Dunyasha.
Dunyasha, who behaved very primly inside the house and was frivolous out of doors, only giggled in reply.
"Well, that's all right. Here's your young hero." ”

“ Fenichka took back the baby in her arms.
"How quiet he was with you," she said in an undertone. "Children are always good with me," answered Bazarov. "I have a way with them."
"Children know who loves them," remarked Dunyasha. "Yes, they certainly do," Fenichka added. "Mitya won't allow some people to touch him, not for anything."
"Will he come to me?" asked Arkady, who after standing at a distance for some time had come to join them. He tried to entice Mitya into his arms, but Mitya threw back his head and screamed, much to Fenichka's confusion. ”