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Of course, to go to that wilderness in winter, without food, without strength or hope--it's utter madness. But why not, my love! Let's be mad, if there is nothing except madness left to us.

And we'll cut and use more logs in a week than a careful housewife would use in a year in peaceful times.

He decided that she was referring pregnancy, probably a false pregnancy, and he said, "I know.

Of course, to go to that wilderness in winter, without food, without strength or hope--it's utter madness. But why not, my love! Let's be mad, if there is nothing except madness left to us.

And we'll cut and use more logs in a week than a careful housewife would use in a year in peaceful times.

He decided that she was referring pregnancy, probably a false pregnancy, and he said, "I know.

Of course, to go to that wilderness in winter, without food, without strength or hope--it's utter madness. But why not, my love! Let's be mad, if there is nothing except madness left to us.

And we'll cut and use more logs in a week than a careful housewife would use in a year in peaceful times.

Of course, to go to that wilderness in winter, without food, without strength or hope--it's utter madness. But why not, my love! Let's be mad, if there is nothing except madness left to us.

Often ... I have tried to define and give a name to the enchantment ...
If I had touched you ... a spark would have lit up the room and either killed me on the spot or charged me for the whole of my life with magnetic waves of sorrow and longing.
If it is so painful to love and be charged with this electric current, how much more painful must it be to a woman and to be the current, and to inspire love.

Often since then I have tried to define and give a name to the enchantment ...
If I had touched you ... a spark would have lit up the room and either killed me on the spot or charged me for the whole of my life with magnetic waves of sorrow and longing.
If it is so painful to love and be charged with this electric current, how much more painful must it be to a woman and to be the current, and to inspire love.

It was half a year now since all the ratholes had been stopped up. Yurii Andreievich watched for new ones, plugging them up in time. They also kept a big, fluffy tomcat who spent his time in immobile contemplation, looking enigmatic. The rats were still in the house, but they were now more cautious.