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ayoubBeauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
That last one is so much me... I do that all the time... :D
Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
That last one is so much me... I do that all the time... :D
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Date: 2006-05-25 11:44 am (UTC)his first book was named in Russian "Hodzha Nasreddin - a Makebate of Tranquility", it was written in 30st of XX, and was translated only once by American that's why the English translation sounds cheap - something like "One night in harem" or something like that.