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“How I love, how I loved to stare
At the ironclad shores,
On the balcony, where forever
No foot stepped, not mine, not yours.

And in truth you are -- a capital
For the mad and luminous us;
But when over Nieva sail
Those special, pure hours
And the winds of May fly over
You past the iron beams
You are like a dying sinner
Seeing heavenly dreams...”
― Anna Akhmatova

“...I never yield to injustice if I can help it, ...”
― Louisa May Alcott

“An experience most deeply felt is the most difficult to convey in words. Remembering brings the emptiness, the acutely painful awareness of irreparable loss. ...Every time I see the grave, I get that empty feeling where something was, and isn't anymore, and will never be again.”
― William S Burroughs

“Tea is not vodka, it is impossible to drink it a lot”
― Mikhail Bulgakov