Ты приходил, говорил, уходил — и все невпопад.
09.12.2013 в 14:37
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Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.
Cyril Connoly