A baby was like a revolution, Grigori thought: you could start one, but you could not control how it would turn out.

What news? There's nothing to tell. I'm a nun.

There is a real connection between Philosopy and fiction.

It was an odd thing to do, to stand in a street in the hope of seeing someone who hardly knew him, but he did not want to move.

He had been granted his life's wish-but conditionally.

She wanted to say 'I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage'.

you should first follow the plow if you want to dance the harvest jig.