I was modest--they accused me of being crafty: I became secretive. I felt deeply good and evil--nobody caressed me, everybody offended me: I became rancorous. I was gloomy--other children were merry and talkative. I felt myself superior to them--but was… — Mikhail Lermontov Copy Share Image
“And she. So beautiful. So terrifying. So... prohibited. He felt she was too superior for him.” — Chiara Cilli Copy Share Image
