Precisely where the land touched water at high tide, where things came together but also separated.
I love you, someone says, and instantly we begin to wonder - Well, how much? - and when the answer comes - With my whole heart - we then wonder about the wholeness of a fickle heart.) Our lovers, our...
Смелость, думалось мне, как наследство, отпущена нам в ограниченном размере, и если быть экономным, не тратить ее по пустякам, то на моральный капитал тоже пойдут проценты и мы решительный час встрети...
His love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.
It had nothing to do with morality. Embarrassment, that’s all it was. And right then I submitted. I would go to the war—I would kill and maybe die—because I was embarrassed not to.