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Lucky
is on page 34 of 195
I felt the blood rushing to my head, yet a feeling of elation coursed through my being and somehow it felt good to be so much above the world—a childish feeling, I admit, but as we drift farther away from the conventions of society and draw closer to nature we willy-nilly become children again: the soul is unburdened of whatever it has acquired and it becomes what it once was and what it will surely be again.
— Nov 17, 2025 05:56AM
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Lucky
is on page 79 of 195
"What is your name, my nightingale?"
"Whoever named me knows."
"And who named you?"
"How should I know?"
— Nov 27, 2025 06:21AM
"Whoever named me knows."
"And who named you?"
"How should I know?"
Lucky
is on page 78 of 195
Never had I seen a woman like her. She was far from beautiful, though I have my preconceived notions as regards beauty as well. There was much of the thoroughbred in her, and in women as in horses that is a great thing;
— Nov 25, 2025 10:07AM
Lucky
is on page 67 of 195
It was chilly, and, not having slept for three nights running, I was exhausted and began to lose my
temper. "Take me anywhere you want, you scoundrel! To the devil, if you please, as long as there's a place to stay!" I shouted.
— Nov 24, 2025 05:53AM
temper. "Take me anywhere you want, you scoundrel! To the devil, if you please, as long as there's a place to stay!" I shouted.
Lucky
is on page 67 of 195
Some readers will probably want to know what I think of Pechorin’s character. My reply may be found in the title of this book. "But that is bitter irony!" they will say. I do not know.
— Nov 23, 2025 06:50PM
Lucky
is on page 67 of 195
For we nearly always forgive that which we understand.
— Nov 23, 2025 06:50PM
Lucky
is on page 50 of 195
He knelt by the bed, raised her head from the pillow and pressed his lips against hers, which were now growing chill; she entwined her trembling arms tightly around his neck as if by this kiss she wished to give her soul to him. Yes, it was well that she died! What would have happened to her had Grigori Alexandrovich left her? And that was bound to happen sooner or later. . . .
— Nov 22, 2025 04:47PM
Lucky
is on page 44 of 195
"It was the French, I suppose, who made boredom
fashionable?"
"No, the English."
"Ah, so that's it!" he replied. "Of course, they've always been inveterate drunkards!"
— Nov 20, 2025 06:00PM
fashionable?"
"No, the English."
"Ah, so that's it!" he replied. "Of course, they've always been inveterate drunkards!"
Lucky
is on page 43 of 195
My soul has been warped by the world, my mind is restless, my heart insatiable; nothing suffices me: I grow accustomed to sorrow as readily as to joy, and my life becomes emptier from day to day. Only one expedient is left for me, and that is to travel.
— Nov 20, 2025 05:56PM
Lucky
is on page 42 of 195
'I have an unfortunate character; whether it is my upbringing that made me like that or God who created me so, I do not know. I know only that if I
cause unhappiness to others I myself am no less unhappy.'
— Nov 20, 2025 05:55PM
cause unhappiness to others I myself am no less unhappy.'
Lucky
is on page 34 of 195
A grey cloud rested on the mountain top and its cold breath held the threat of an imminent blizzard; but the east was so clear and golden that we, that is, the captain and I, promptly forgot about it. . . . Yes, the captain too: for simple hearts feel
the beauty and majesty of nature a hundred times more keenly than do we, rapturous tellers of stories spoken or written.
— Nov 17, 2025 05:59AM
the beauty and majesty of nature a hundred times more keenly than do we, rapturous tellers of stories spoken or written.
