Book: Masha. Page 1

Only it seems to me that in the end it is better to be sanguine, a man of action, and if go wrong, so that the mirror burst.

There are moments when everything becomes monstrous, bottomless-deep, when it seems so scared to live and scared to die. And suddenly, while so rushing through the city, through the tears looking at the lights and catching them in dazzling wondrous memories of happiness - a woman's face...

They spoke little, saying it was too dark.

In this strange, watch the darkening evening, in the fake twilight wide city Park, on a stone slab stuck in the moss, Ganin, for one short hour, love it is sharper still, and loving her as if forever.

Have I lived these three years without you than to live and what to live for?

... as you know, the memory brings back everything except smells, but nothing so fully resurrects the past as the odor once associated with it.