Sublime

Pyotr Alexandrovich Miusov,

But little children have not eaten anything and are not yet guilty of anything.

“Farewell, my great and dear one, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to throw myself into your cold waves.

так и вызначилась во всем пустая природа мужчины, природа грубая, тяжелая, не способная ни к домостроительству, ни к сердечным убеждениям, маловерная, ленивая, исполненная беспрерывных сомнений и вечной боязни.

emaciation

The Backbone Flute and Man?”

having once turned coward, he could never afterwards be at peace. He was afraid—and did not even know why—he

It’s even more fearful when someone who already has the ideal of Sodom in his soul does not deny the ideal of the Madonna either, and his heart burns with it, verily, verily burns, as in his young, blameless years.