delight [Theme]

Nekhlyudov during this period of his life felt the delight of liberation from all the moral barriers that he had previously set for himself, and was constantly in a chronic state of madness of egoism. This was the state he was in when, after three years, he visited his aunts.

You wrote sad letters. I hope they were dictated by moments long gone. God made you to bring delight to other people's lives. You must retain this ability. Do not give up. We have only one life, it is short, and some people tried, and often, to take away a little of it from us. There are still years full of blue, and we will never see the end. You have work ahead of you, interesting work, as I heard, and you have always had more courage than a regiment of a regular army. I sincerely wish for you that everything will turn out the way you want it - and if this is not given to you, you will still find it somewhere.

And why do you give a damn that the state is dealt such blows? Yes, you are not alone ... There are many who look indifferently at how the country is being robbed. For some, this causes admiration, delight. “Oh, how people can live!” And if they steal a purse with three rubles from there, they immediately shout: “Sentry! Police! Robbed!” Well, three rubles are their own, and thousands are uncles ...

Unlike man, wildlife always causes blissful delight and the effect of the divine presence.

The triumph of the divine morning - my body and soul delights!

The natural grace of the female breast delights!

Bird cherry smell special delights!

Look at my delight and I am sure you will be delighted.

Life, it is what it is... Sometimes it is a whirlwind, a whirlpool, dizziness, which enthralls you, just like in childhood, when you ride a carousel. It happens that this whirlwind, like a powerful typhoon, tries to carry you away in a whirlpool and drag you to the very bottom, and you, like in a fragile ship captured by a storm, understand that you will have to withstand storms alone.

As Russian saints reproach.

What delight, what happiness, to breathe with full breasts - even in the winter storm.

The guards, of course, weren't thrilled, but the obvious reality was that the thieves controlled crime far better than the City Watch had ever done. Now the guards had to go out of their way, working twice as hard to cut down on crime even a little, when all the Thieves Guild had to do was work a little less.

Peonies are like a kiss on the exhale, it's like scarlet silk that you want to press against your body, it's like a delight that begins with an unopened bud and ends with a moment of lush flowering. Peonies are like an ode to something weightlessly beautiful, it's like Petrarch's sonnets on a summer evening, it's like a passion that can be shared, it's like a heart whose heartbeat begins in spring. How beautiful are these flowers from heavenly gardens...

And amuses myself with my slavery.