Robert Evans
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I remember my childhood when I read White Nights. Maybe it's one of the mistakes many of us make as children: to make one friend superior to another. Pretend to play with the other when one is gone and leave him alone when the other comes. In fact, two people are one and humiliate our other friend. And finally need our friend, whom we have humiliated... Now I understand much better the mistake I made.
Of course, we had this situation when we were kids. So did we grow up and things change? Or let me just ask, " Why can't you break the hearts of both people at the same time?"We break hearts, like an ornamental object made of glass...
Oh Nastyenka! I know it's not your fault, it's not in crime-loving hearts. Crime begins when the loving heart enters the human body. The ingratitude of our bodies is finally polluting our containers. Again, I know it's not your fault. Crime no one else does...
"But don't forget that you killed me, Nastyenka! To cast a dark cloud shadow over your clear, unblemished happiness; to trouble your heart by complaining about the pain I feel, to whine it with hidden regrets, to cause it to strike with a bit of sadness even in the happiest moments; the possibility of breaking even one of the delicate flowers you attach to your black curls as you walk arm in arm with it in the presence of the priest... Oh, never, never! Let your Sky always be clear, let the sparkle and serenity in your sweet smile never diminish; let your luck always be clear for that moment of happiness and joy that you have bestowed on another lonely, grateful heart! Gosh! A moment of happiness! Little in a whole life?..”
White Nights was one of the best story books I'd ever read. In this story you will see the purest and cleanest, but also cruel version of love. No doubt, it will
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😱 Gerilim
It is said that man represents a confused, difficult-to-cross passage, losing himself on winding paths. In this book, Dostoevsky, in a similar language to us, exposes the dark and complex aspects of the human soul to us, inviting us to think and question it together. If you have accepted the invitation, go to the review...
In Franz Kafka's" transformation", we more or less know how he feels like an insect, and Dostoevsky tells us from the first pages through his title character that he can't even be an insect. Because while Gregor Samsa has acceptance, acceptance, there is a useless state of opposition, disapproval, and dissonance.
Based on such a character, the author makes us analyze the multifaceted incomprehensible depths of human psychology.
Based on such a character, the author makes us analyze the multifaceted incomprehensible depths of human psychology.
We all know our limits. But which one of us is content with it, we submit. Even in the example of Adam and Eve, we observe that by eating the forbidden apple, people always want more, which they are not content with. Dostoevsky says that no matter what anyone says, We are insatiable and ungrateful creatures. If you give a person all the means, he will not be content with what he has, because no one can limit the freedom of a person to want.
Evil is in man's own essence, he says, and adds: only some people can cloak it beautifully.
The one who suffers wants to suffer, the one who is oppressed wants to crush at the first opportunity. The author asks us what makes you think that doing only what is normal and virtuous is more appropriate for your own interests. Really think about the question.
You accept how right he was when he said we'd be stunned when the books were taken from us. As you read this book, you
Black and Poor..Edebiyat
Toni Morrison tells The Story Of All Blacks in this work through being black and poor; she interweaves the stories to show that the characters we were angry with in the previous episode were also victims of others, and that all victims were victims of everything that happened to blacks. When we reach the end of the book, we do not know who we are going to be angry at, because injustice and evil have reached so deep, and black people have been so gripped that we cannot even be angry at those who kill each other and exploit each other. As we grieve for someone to become a victim, the next part is the story of the person who exploited that victim, this time our grasp is growing.So the writer expands our perception in each episode, allowing us to look at what was actually done to the All Blacks through a few people. The terrible story of little black Pecola, who wants to be blue-eyed by praying to God every day; it is added and expanded with the stories of those who have been victims of their own oppression, their own victimhood, putting an incredibly impressive truth of exploitation before us: neither being angry nor angry can destroy such a terrible, tangible evil, the living. That's why all that's left is words...literature stays...the incredible power of literature remains.
I read Toni Morrison's book twice at different times years ago. I'm thinking of reading it again. This work is one of the best examples of the power of literature to tell, Show, and disclose. Katmer katmer is a magnificent work where pain grows before our eyes. So, surely, I suggest to every reader whose heart cannot do without literature.
Knowledge is power..Edebiyat
The brains of people living in houses covered with screens are bathed in published advertisements, sequences, rubbish culture. Those who don't read, those who don't learn. the ignorant will not burn the books.But after all, a handful of people who defy this order will carry the culture by memorizing the books.
"Knowledge is power.” Too many times too much information can have vital consequences.
He tells me that he realized something was missing in his life. Everyone believes life would be better if they spent an hour or two reading books. He points out that reading books is not enough; he states that the trick is not to read books dry, but to discover the details in them. The books” show the pores on the face of life, " meaning that life is not out of powdery dreams it strikes people in the face.
Every man is a book. Every book is in one man. Even when the heat is rising and the pressure is intensifying, the strength of human resistance is sufficient to preserve the heritage in the books.
The work appeals to everyone, not just book lovers. It's an easy-to-read, suggestive book.
İnner-DystopianEdebiyat
I don't know how to describe a book that is both open and symbolic. I think that's the power of the dystopian genre: being able to live without telling.
The story that is being created on the grounds of depopulation is based on the use of women as tools, just like a commodity, for the purpose of increasing the population. The fiction is extraordinary, terrifying and detailed. That was the first thing that accelerated my reading and connected me to the book. But that's not what I found most impressive. What caught my attention, he insisted, were the stages of transition. It can never be easy to put a society into a different configuration, a different order at once. This is like Ember, for it is, something that happens over time. I think those words sum up enough..
"Nothing changes at once: you'll be scalded to death in a hot tub before you know it. There were stories in the newspapers, of course, bodies found in ditches or in forests, beaten to death or mutilated, attacked as they used to say; but these were about other women, and the men who did them were other men. None of them were men we knew. Newspaper stories were like dreams for us, bad dreams for others.
We used to say, ' how terrible they were, but they were terrible, beyond belief.' They were overly melodramatic, they had a dimension that didn't belong in our lives."
In this "wonderful" life, where everything is gradually manipulated, free and free, we are most often in a time and order that allows one to live their own self-dystopian lives with tyrannical, unwelcome responsibilities. The book I read