“No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“A thousand pardons!' said he. 'But the Professore here is so inexorable with me, that I am afraid to stir.' 'Don't” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The bourgeois stands like a question mark, Speechless, like the hungry cur, The ancient world stands there behind him, A mongrel dog,… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
