The things we think are real must be just our perceptions; our fears, beliefs... A narrative about how a Machiavellian seed, thought, falls to the ground, develops patiently and imperceptibly, then blossoms and takes root cruelly.
it was a surprise that the book actually is consisted of two parts... but in the end, we saw that a person (perhaps for the first or "last" time in his life) finds the real truth in giving, not receiving...
Efendi ile UşakLev Tolstoy · Antik Batı Klasikleri · 20138k okunma