When we retreat to the country, we are hiding not from people, but from our pride, which, in the city and among people, operates unfairly and immoderately.
Who keeps the tavern and serves up the drinks? The peasant. Who squanders and drinks up money belonging to the peasant commune, the school, the church? The peasant. Who would steal from his neighbor, commit arson, and falsely denounce another for a bottle of vodka? The peasant.
Country acquaintances are charming only in the country and only in the summer. In the city in winter they lose half of their appeal.
What's the use of talking? You can see for yourself that this is a barbarous country; the people have no morals; and the boredom!
The air of one's native country is the most healthy air.
In countries where there is a mild climate, less effort is expended on the struggle with nature and man is kinder and more gentle.