And the candle by the light of which she had been reading that book filled with anxieties, deceptions, grief and evil, flared up brighter than ever, lit up for her all that had once been darkness, sputtered, grew dim and went out for ever.
Leo TolstoyMots clés optimism sadness-lonelyness
Разговор начался мило, но именно потому, что он был слишком уж мил, он опять остановился. Надо было прибегнуть к верному, никогда не изменяющему средству - злословию.
Leo TolstoyAnna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was distasteful to her to read, that it, to follow the reflection of other people's lives. She had too great a desire to live herself.
Leo TolstoyHe felt himself, and did not want to be anyone else. All he wanted now was to be better than before.
Leo TolstoyThey ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.
Leo TolstoyMots clés love marriage relationships
When he was dressed, Stepan Arkadyevitch sprinkled some scent on himself, pulled down his shirt-cuffs, distributed into his pockets his cigarettes, pocketbook, matches, and watch with its double chain and seals, and shaking out his handkerchief, feeling himself clean, fragrant, healthy, and physically at ease, in spite of his unhappiness, he walked with a slight swing on each leg into the dining-room, where coffee was already waiting for him, and beside the coffee, letters and papers from the office.
Leo TolstoyWar is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves.
Leo TolstoyAnd what was worst of all was that *It* drew his attention to itself not in order to make him take some action but only that he should look at *It*, look it straight in the face: look at it and without doing anything, suffer inexpressibly.
And to save himself from this condition Ivan Ilych looked for consolations -- new screens -- and new screens were found and for a while seemed to save him, but then they immediately fell to pieces or rather became transparent, as if *It* penetrated them and nothing could veil *It*.
Those joys were so small that they passed unnoticed, like gold in sand, and at bad moments she could see nothing but the pain, nothing but sand; but there were good moments too when she saw nothing but the joy, nothing but gold.
Leo TolstoyMots clés dolly
Yes, I suppose so," answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it.
Leo TolstoyMots clés love anna-karenina vronsky
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