Character: Ivan Petrovich

He is truthful, sincere, terribly naive, graceful and sometimes naive. She maybe loved him - how shall I say?.. As if from some kind of pity. Generous heart can love out of pity...

The evening brought in a little book:
"I have little in common with his wife. From fragile creatures, full of intelligence impulses, she went to the ruminant animal. I feel like associated the eagle, which hang on the wings of a wife, children and sviachene..."
He went to sleep.
In the evening Ivan Petrovich recorded in the book: "... literally nothing to do. Where is her love? Where was her passion? The third day of sitting without yogurt! Can't understand that I'm a hard worker and must, like Antaeus touching the earth, to gather new forces."

I'm tired, Athos. Have asteroids. See for yourself, no sense from me.

It seemed to me that she purposely irritate his wound, feeling the need, the need for despair and suffering... And so often it is with the heart, many have lost!

This rastravleniya pain and pleasure, it was clear to me: it is a pleasure many offended and insulted, pregnating fate and conscious of its injustice.

Good people do not expect, that they was formerly done, Nellie. And without it, they love to help those in need. Fully, Nellie; there are many good people.

All sense of her pent so much time, had suddenly burst forth in an uncontrollable outburst, and I understood that strange tenacity of the heart, chastely concealing themselves until the time and the harder, the harsher, the more the need to Express yourself, to speak, and it's all up to the inevitable moment when all of a sudden the creature to oblivion given this need of love, gratitude, affection, tears...

... dead people. Such people among the Russian people a lot. They are often with great ability; but all this they somehow get mixed up, Yes, moreover they are able to consciously go against my conscience out of weakness on known points, and not just always die, but they know in advance what they are going to perdition

What is this cheap alarm from trivia, which I notice in myself lately, and which interferes with life and look clearly at life...

She purposely irritate his wound, feeling the need - the need for the desperation, suffering...

As often happened, I walked up and down the room with the unconscious desire to hurry others who have offended or said a word that could make for the offense, and make haste to break something heart.

And I whisper, picking up words
How do you like my love
Amongst other events?
And here it is, empty palm,
Again, the impulse was so high.
We split toes apart,
We split toes apart,
And you're right through your fingers like sand...

And does not bind
Broken filament,
And I'm screaming, as if into the distance.
How do you like my sadness
Among the other could be the best choice?
Resentment, jealousy, envy, anger...
As indistinct traces.
And no one's fault,
The hands are disconnected.
And you through my fingers like smoke...

How it all came together, how everything is intertwined
And not saying "no" or "Yes"
To save the love failed
And two destinies, two lives apart.
And you're right through your fingers like water...