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poetic language, little bit tough, i'm gonna love it.

My late grandfather's aunt used to say -- and you know it's easier for a woman to kiss the devil, meaning no offence, than to call another woman a beauty.

'You must know why you are alive, or else everything is nonsense, just blowing in the wind.'
― Anton Chekhov, Three Sisters

“..when one has no real life, one lives by mirages. It's still better than nothing.”
― Anton Chekhov, Uncle Vanya

I am a seagull. No, that's not right . . . Do you remember, you shot a seagull? A man just came along, saw it and killed it from having nothing to do . . . A plot for the story.

I have now become too lazy to think and be convinced of anything. However, I neither believe nor doubt any less than before. There is equilibrium in everything. I have become too lazy to convince myself of anything, but I am also too tired to undermine my faith, and I carefully preserve those beliefs which my restless mind has left in peace, and I’m afraid to become disenchanted with them or even to think about them.

On 21 December this year, at midnight, I had something like a revelation. The existence of the soul, its immortality (eternity), the duality of our existence and the essence of free will were revealed to me. Freedom is comparative: in relation to matter man is free, in relation to God he is not.

On 21 December this year, at midnight, I had something like a revelation. The existence of the soul, its immortality (eternity), the duality of our existence and the essence of free will were revealed to me. Freedom is comparative: in relation to matter man is free, in relation to God he is not.

No specific words, but those looks, smiles, hints, long silences . . . Despite everything she still regarded him as belonging to her, and it was hard to let him go.