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“How often he had told himself that he’d love was happiness; and now she loved him as a woman can love when love has outweighed for her all good things of life… He looked at her as a ma looks at a faded flower he had gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it”
Fucking fantastic

I love when he writes about Russia. Inherently poetic country that fits his rhythmic and poetic prose so well.