Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.
Mikhail LermontovI was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
Mikhail LermontovOf two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.
Mikhail LermontovI was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
Mikhail Lermontov