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Sergeyich spent all the next day in bed, attending to himself as if he were his own ailing child. He listened to himself coughing as if he had been split in two: the patient-self and the healer-self. This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened, either. It happens to everyone who lives alone. Loners become both cooks and eaters. They become tidy-uppers and the ones who will appreciate the tidy room.
— Jul 14, 2026 09:51AM
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while dreams are nothing but movies, their soundtrack is often drawn from real life.
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Three years in an abandoned village with Pashka had taught him that one could have few, very few people around, and nothing bad would come of it. On the contrary, such near-isolation could help one better understand oneself, one’s own life. But now he was surrounded by hundreds of strangers, all of them interconnected by long cohabitation and companionship. And who was he to them? Of what use?
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If ever you lose the rhythm of life, it can take days, even weeks for it to knock you back into your usual routine.
— Jul 14, 2026 11:21AM
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Memory withers away, goes to pieces, but the photographs remain.
— Jul 14, 2026 10:33AM
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Fear is an invisible thing, subtle and variable, like a virus or bacterium. It can be inhaled with a breath of air, or accidentally imbibed with a sip of water or vodka, or come in through your ears – and you can certainly catch it with your eyes, so badly that its image will remain in your pupils even after the fear itself has disappeared.
— Jul 14, 2026 10:26AM
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When it comes to family, who knows which is more important: love or tolerance?
— Jul 14, 2026 10:20AM
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Silence, of course, is an arbitrary thing, a personal aural phenomenon that people adjust for themselves.
— Jul 14, 2026 09:42AM
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For years and years he had donated his beeswax to the church, precisely so that the priest could make candles. He had given and given, and then received these candles as a gift from the Lord. They came in an hour of need, when the power was cut off. And so they serve him now that light bulbs are useless. This too is holy work, after all – to brighten man’s life in dark times.
— Jul 14, 2026 09:40AM
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You live somewhere long enough, and you’ll have more family in the ground there than above it.
— Jul 14, 2026 09:39AM