On the day of his seventieth birthday, KS Stanislavsky

On the day of his seventieth birthday, KS Stanislavsky tore a piece of paper, which were wrapped in flowers, and at the request of the actress Tikhomirova something quickly wrote her memory.

Here are these words:

"For a long time he lived. Many saw. He was rich. Then poorer. I saw the light. I had a good family, children. Life has scattered all over the world. I was looking for fame. Found. Seen honors. He was young. Old. Soon we must die.

Now ask me what happiness on earth

? In cognition. In art, and in his work postignovenii.
Discovering art in itself, poznaёsh nature and life of the world, the meaning of life, to know the soul - talent

! Above this there is no happiness.

A success?

Frailty. »