#russian lit

When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such

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In the morning, the sun is rosy, transparent, warm gold. And the air itself is a little rosy, all steeped in the sun’s

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I am alone. Or, more like: alone with that other “me”.

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She looked down at the letter—and what was there behind her lowered blinds? What will she say—what will she do in the

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I am in front of the mirror. And for the first time in my life —yes, exactly—for the first time in my life, I see

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I’m laughing, but in my heart I weep with spite.

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In most cases, people, even the most vicious, are much more naive and simple-minded than we assume them to be. And this is

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