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Gaston Leroux

  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    the forget–me–not eyes, the rose–red cheeks and the lily–white neck and shoulders
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    The woman laughed and said that she was quite well, but that he must not disturb her, for she wished to be left alone. And she passed on. One idea alone filled Raoul’s burning brain: of course, Daae wished to be left alone FOR HIM! Had he not told her that he wanted to speak to her privately?
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    Everybody remarked that the retiring managers looked cheerful, as is the Paris way. None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy. You know that one of your friends is in trouble; do not try to console him: he will tell you that he is already comforted; but, should he have met with good fortune, be careful how you congratulate him: he thinks it so natural that he is surprised that you should speak of it.
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    "You know as well as I do that she has the reputation of being quite good," said Richard.
    "Reputations are easily obtained," replied Moncharmin. "Haven’t I a reputation for knowing all about music? And I don’t know one key from another."
    "Don’t be afraid: you never had that reputation," Richard declared.
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    And that evening Box Five was sold.

    thats actually sad. i feel sorry for the ghost, like, he is not evil (i will pretend i dont remember that he killed people), he is kind, or, at least, not rude, just leave him and his PRIVATE box alone, wtf chaps

  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    and he maintained that every great musician, every great artist received a visit from the Angel at least once in his life. Sometimes the Angel leans over their cradle, as happened to Lotte, and that is how there are little prodigies who play the fiddle at six better than men at fifty, which, you must admit, is very wonderful. Sometimes, the Angel comes much later, because the children are naughty and won’t learn their lessons or practise their scales. And, sometimes, he does not come at all, because the children have a bad heart or a bad conscience.
    No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him.
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.
  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    Raoul followed her and they talked till the evening, very shyly. They were quite changed, cautious as two diplomatists, and told each other things that had nothing to do with their budding sentiments. When they took leave of each other by the roadside, Raoul, pressing a kiss on Christine’s trembling hand, said:
    "Mademoiselle, I shall never forget you!"

    Sie liebten sich beide, doch keiner
Wollt’es dem andern gestehn.
    Heine.

    Они любили друг друга так долго и нежно,
С тоской глубокой и страстью безумно-мятежной!
Но, как враги, избегали признанья и встречи,
И были пусты и хладны их краткие речи.
Они расстались в безмолвном и гордом страданье
И милый образ во сне лишь порою видали.
И смерть пришла: наступило за гробом свиданье…
Но в мире новом друг друга они не узнали.

    Lermontov 💔

  • Simon Sushynskyцитирует2 месяца назад
    but she did not see him. She seemed, for that matter, to see nobody. She was all indifference. Raoul suffered, for she was very beautiful and he was shy and dared not confess his love, even to himself. And then came the lightning–flash of the gala performance: the heavens torn asunder and an angel’s voice heard upon earth for the delight of mankind and the utter capture of his heart.
    And then… and then there was that man’s voice behind the door—"You must love me!"—and no one in the room…
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