Konstantin Levin did not like talking and hearing about the beauty of nature. Words for him took away the beauty of what he saw.
Leo TolstoySmiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people's memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something.
Leo TolstoyHe looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it
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