A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.
I have been loved,′ she said, ’by something strange, and it has forgotten me.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle – the heart.
Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...