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"Tolstoy the artist is known to an infinitesimal minority even in Russia. If his great works are really to be made the possession of all, a struggle must be waged against the system of society which condemns millions and scores of millions to ignorance, benightedness, drudgery and poverty—a socialist revolution must be accomplished."
"L.N. Tolstoy", November 29, 1910, in Sotsial-Demokrat
poet @evrogina
"What do you want then?" The old answers came easily to mind. Money. Vengeance. Jordie's voice in my head silenced forever. But a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome. You, Inej. You.
Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows (Sixof Crows, #1)
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Mais je pensais que vous auriez trouvé une petite clairière… avec un ruisseau. Les tocards prennent toujours leur retraite près d’un ruisseau, à cause de la soif. Pourtant une retraite, c’est une retraite de tout, ne croyez-vous pas ? Moi, quand j’ai plus rien à faire ici, je me retire… Plus une goutte d’eau. Plus un rayon de soleil. Je me dessèche, de la tête aux pieds, en un petit cadavre sous un tas de feuilles… Les saisons me survolent sans me soupçonner… Et puis, un jour, la corneille raconte qu’elle a entendu au loin quelqu’un qui recommence à pleurer. Guenièvre ! Guenièvre ! Alors là, j’ouvre un œil, je rampe, mangeant la neige, léchant l’eau croupie… et mes ennemis tressaillent, car à me voir boire, ils comprennent que je suis de retour. (Pause) Vous m'faites pas rentrer ? (Ricanement) Magnifique.
Carlo Brandt, Kaamelott, Livre V, 3 : Le Dernier Recours, écrit par Alexandre Astier.
"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag."
— Katy Perry, 2010
No one:
Absolutely no one:
Still no one:
Me: (sniffling and ugly-crying) I just really love the X-Men, okay?!