欧宝娱乐

“兀丨賷丕賳丕 賷禺鬲賮賷 丕賱賲乇亍 毓賳 賰丕賮丞 丕賱兀賳馗丕乇 賱兀賳賴 賷禺丕賮 賲賳 丕賱賯賷賱 賵 丕賱賯丕賱 貙廿賳賴賲 賷噩毓賱賵賳 賲賳賴 賲賵囟賵毓丕 賱爻禺乇賷鬲賴賲 賵 鬲賳丿乇賴賲 .”
― 賮賷賵丿賵乇 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk

“I don鈥檛 even know what I鈥檓 writing, I have no idea, I don鈥檛 know anything, and I鈥檓 not reading over it, and I鈥檓 not correcting my style, and I鈥檓 writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you鈥� My precious, my darling, my dearest!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“My sweetheart! When I think of you, it's as if I'm holding some healing balm to my sick soul, and although i suffer for you, i find that even suffering for you is easy.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“And though I suffer for you, yet it eases my heart to suffer for you.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“廿賳賴賲 賲噩乇丿 賰丕卅賳丕鬲 賮丕爻丿丞 貙 賰丕卅賳丕鬲 賲鬲馗丕賴乇丞 亘丕賱賵噩賵丿 亘賷賳賲丕 賮賷 丕賱賵丕賯毓 賴賲 睾賷乇 賲賵噩賵丿賷賳.”
― 賮賷賵丿賵乇 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk

“賱賯丿 兀毓丿鬲 丕賱賷賵賲 賯乇丕亍丞 賰丕賮丞 乇爻丕卅賱賰 賮卮毓乇鬲 亘兀賳賴丕 丨夭賷賳丞”
― 賮賷賵丿賵乇 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk

“賳丨賳 賱丕 賳乇鬲丿賷 丕賱賲毓丕胤賮 賱兀賳賮爻賳丕 賵賱丕 賳鬲毓賱 丕賱噩夭賲丕鬲 賱匕賵丕鬲賳丕貙 賵 廿賳賲丕 賲賳 兀噩賱 丕賱賳丕爻.”
― 賮賷賵丿賵乇 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk

“Oh literature is a wonderful thing, Varenka, a very wonderful thing: I discovered that from being with those people the day before yesterday. It is a profound thing. It strengthens people鈥檚 hearts and instructs them,鈥� Literature is a picture, or rather in a certain sense both a picture and a mirror; it is an expression of emotion, a subtle form of criticism, a didactic lesson and a document鈥�”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“There is a crack in my soul, and I can hear it trembling, quivering, stirring deep inside me.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Poor people are subject to fancies 鈥� this is a provision of nature.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Even if I be likened to a rat, I do not care, provided that that particular rat be wanted by you, and be of use in the world, and be retained in its position, and receive its reward. But what a rat it is!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Perhaps one may be out late, and had got separated from one's companions. Oh horrors! Suddenly one starts and trembles as one seems to see a strange-looking being peering from out of the darkness of a hollow tree, while all the while the wind is moaning and rattling and howling through the forest鈥攎oaning with a hungry sound as it strips the leaves from the bare boughs, and whirls them into the air. High over the tree-tops, in a widespread, trailing, noisy crew, there fly, with resounding cries, flocks of birds which seem to darken and overlay the very heavens. Then a strange feeling comes over one, until one seems to hear the voice of some one whispering: "Run, run, little child! Do not be out late, for this place will soon have become dreadful! Run, little child! Run!" And at the words terror will possess one's soul, and one will rush and rush until one's breath is spent鈥攗ntil, panting, one has reached home.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“You must not be angry with me for having been so sad yesterday; I was very happy, very content, but in my very best moments I am always for some reason sad. As for my crying, that means nothing. I don鈥檛 know myself why I am always crying. I feel ill and irritable; my sensations are due to illness. The pale cloudless sky, the sunset, the evening stillness 鈥� all that 鈥� I don鈥檛 know 鈥� but I was somehow in the mood yesterday to take a dreary and miserable view of everything, so that my heart was to fall any did the relief of tears. But why am I writing all this to you? It is hard to make all that clear to one鈥檚 own heart and still harder to convey it to another. But you, perhaps, will understand me. Sadness and laughter both at once! How kind you are really. You looked into my eyes yesterday as though to read in them what I was feeling and were delighted with my rapture.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“賵鬲匕賰乇鬲 兀賳 丕賱賱賴 賱丕 賷丨亘 丕賱氐賮賯丕鬲 兀亘丿賸丕 ...”
― 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk

“賱丕 鬲丐丕禺匕賳賷 毓賱賶 兀賳賳賷 賰賳鬲 丨夭賷賳丞 匕賱賰 丕賱丨夭賳 賰賱賴 胤賵丕賱 丕賱賵賯鬲. 賵丕賱丨賯 兀賳賳賷 賰賳鬲 賲爻乇賵乇丞 爻毓賷丿丞 噩丿賸丕. 賵賱賰賳 兀噩賲賱 賱丨馗丕鬲 爻毓丕丿鬲賷 賱丕 亘丿 兀賳 賷禺丕賱胤賴丕 丿丕卅賲賸丕 卮賷亍 賲賳 丨夭賳.”
― 賮賷賵丿賵乇 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk

“We mortals who dwell in pain and sorrow might with reason envy the birds of heaven which know not either!”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk

“Day succeeded day, and each day was like the last one.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“whenever I try to describe anything with more than ordinary distinctness, I fall into the mistake of talking sheer rubbish.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“毓賱賶 丕賱賲乇亍賽 兀賳 賷毓鬲乇賮 賷丕 兀賲賷賲鬲賷貙 亘兀賳賾賴 賯丿 賷丨丿孬 賱賴 兀賳 賷毓賷卮 賮賷 丕賱丨賷丕丞貙 賵賴賵 賱丕 賷毓賱賲購 亘兀賳 賴賳丕賰 毓賱賶 賲賯乇亘丞賺 賲賳賴貙 賰鬲丕亘賸丕 賷鬲囟賲賳 賲噩賲賵毓 鬲賮丕氐賷賱賽 丨賷丕鬲賴貙 賵賯丿 爻購賱胤 毓賱賷賴丕 丕賱囟賵亍貙 賰鬲丕亘賸丕 賷鬲囟賲賳 噩賲賷毓 賲丕 賱賲 賷賳鬲亘賴 廿賱賷賴 賲賳 賯亘賱 賴賵 亘丕賱匕丕鬲貙 兀亘丿賸丕貨 賵賲丕 兀賳 賷卮乇毓 賮賷 賯乇丕亍丞 匕賱賰 丕賱賰鬲丕亘貙 丨鬲賶 賷兀禺匕 賮賷 鬲匕賰乇 匕賱賰 丕賱賲丕囟賷貙 賵賷爻鬲毓賷丿賴貙 賵賷爻鬲賵毓亘賴 卮賷卅賸丕 賮卮賷卅賸丕.”
― Fyodor Mihaylovi莽 Dostoyevski, Poor Folk

“陌nsan kendi halinde ya艧ay谋p gidiyor da, yan谋 ba艧谋nda duran kitapta kendi hayat谋n谋n anlat谋ld谋臒谋ndan haberi olmuyor. Eskiden dikkatini 莽ekmemi艧 bir莽ok 艧eyi, kitab谋 okumaya ba艧lay谋nca bir bir an谋ms谋yor insan.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which was beating against the window-panes, and streaking their dull, dark surfaces with runlets of cold, dirty moisture. Only a scanty modicum of daylight entered to war with the trembling rays of the ikon lamp. The dying man threw me a wistful look, and nodded. The next moment he had passed away.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Yet as the evening of Sunday came on, a sadness as of death would overtake me, for at nine o'clock I had to return to school, where everything was cold and strange and severe鈥攚here the governesses, on Mondays, lost their tempers, and nipped my ears, and made me cry.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Before you there lie the Steppes, my darling鈥攐nly the Steppes, the naked Steppes, the Steppes that are as bare as the palm of my hand. There there live only heartless old women and rude peasants and drunkards. There the trees have already shed their leaves. There abide but rain and cold.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul-then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute can be an eternity of happiness.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk

“Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Yes, all that you have done to give me pleasure has become converted into a source of grief, and left behind it only useless regret.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Mutsuzluk bula艧谋c谋 bir hastal谋kt谋r. Zavall谋 ve mutsuz insanlar daha k枚t眉 olmamak i莽in birbirlerinden uzak durmal谋d谋rlar.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“Unhappiness is an infectious disease. Poor and unhappy people ought to steer clear of one another, so as not to catch a greater degree of infection.”
― Dostoyevsky Fyodor, Poor Folk

“i was too dreamy, and that saved me”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk

“賱賲丕匕丕 鬲毓賷卮 丕賱賳賮賵爻 丕賱胤賷亘丞 丕賱賳亘賷賱丞 賮賷 丕賱卮賯丕亍 賵丕賱賴噩乇丕賳貙 亘賷賳賲丕 賱丕 賷丨鬲丕噩 睾賷乇賴丕 丨鬲賶 廿賱賶 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞 賱兀賳 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞 賴賷 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱賯賷 亘賳賮爻賴丕 亘賷賳 匕乇丕毓賷賴責”
― 賮賷賵丿賵乇 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷, Poor Folk