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 touch your heart.
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