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A woman cannot be a friend. She can be either a lover or a rival.

Every day we have a choice. It's the choice between good and evil. I heard the talk of one man. "I'll never do good for people," he said, "Because people are ungrateful." It's very dubious opinion. Yes, sometimes people repay good with evil. But your soul... I don't know... As time goes on I think about my soul more and more. It is not worth soul sell to the devil for imaginary welfare.

An artist must not do business. The artist is the creator of a new life. His mind is directed to creation of new worlds and universes in the art. He like "the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns..." The artist have to live by law of his conscience. The artist can only obey God and his art.

I am like a gladiator on the arena.  There are only savage beasts around.

Russian, Russian... I can only mourn your future.

Life and death are only the forgotten reality of inevitability. Is it verbal delirium or essence of life? Every second someone is born, someone dies passing by our life like autumn rustling of leaves. Nothing is eternal and everyone is in eternity. Or, is it only seems to me? Music, music... It's everywhere. Bach, Pergolesi, Mozart, Vivaldi. Karajan is the genius. He never hurries up. He feels everything, he understands everything, he can all. There is sense in each sound, in each sigh. The life will continue. We have no need to hurry up. Everything will wait...