The Sky Is One Whole, The Water

It Is An Altogether Wrong Idea That The Modern Product Of Civilization Is Less Susceptible To Love. I Sometimes Think It Is The Other Way.

Amid The Stillness Of The Night, In The Depths Of The Ravine, From The Direction In Which The Corpses Lay Suddenly Resounded A Kind Of Inhuman, Frightful Laughter In Which Quivered Despair, And Joy, And Cruelty, And Suffering, And Pain, And Sobbing, And Derision; The Heart-rending And Spasmodic Laughter Of The Insane Or Condemned.

Anxiety Prepares The Organism Badly For An Ordeal Which Even Under More Favorable Circumstances Would Not Be An Easy Thing To Bear.

Tell Me,' Asked Stas, 'what Is A Wicked Deed?' 'if Anyone Takes Away Kali's Cow,' He Answered After A Brief Reflection, 'that Then Is A Wicked Deed.' 'excellent!' Exclaimed Stas, 'and What Is A Good One?' This Time The Answer Came Without Any Reflection: 'if Kali Takes Away The Cow Of Somebody Else, That Is A Good Deed.' Stas Was Too Young To Perceive That Similar Views Of Evil And Good Deeds Were Enunciated In Europe Not Only By Politicians But By Whole Nations.

In The Meantime The Groans Changed Into The Protracted, Thunderous Roar By Which All Living Creatures Are Struck With Terror, And The Nerves Of People, Who Do Not Know What Fear Is, Shake, Just As The Window-panes Rattle From Distant Cannonading.