"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

S.S.P.L.

Salviamo il Conte da se stesso.

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening

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Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle

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Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological

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7 Comments
  • contenebbia
    Posted at 19:40h, 25 March Reply

    Voglio le spille! Sei un genio!

  • Damiani
    Posted at 11:33h, 26 March Reply

    Shelidon non c’è niente da fare sei eccezionale!!!!

    devo assolutamente implementarlo nel template!!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 13:17h, 26 March Reply

    Lieta che appreziate: quando facciamo partire il reclutamento? *__^

  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 16:02h, 26 March Reply

    non vorrei sembrare tonto, ma cosa sono i “pucciosi languori”?

    (magari se lo so mi viene voglia di sopprimerli)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:09h, 26 March Reply

    Così scriveva il Conte:

    «se doveste vedere nei prossimi giorni una perniciosissima propensione del Conte a pucciosi languori, se, Dio non voglia, doveste notare un esubero di poesie (di sicuro buon gusto, perché mica son rincoglionito fino a questo punto) da scapigliato in andropausa, vi autorizzo- anzi vi prego- di risvegliarmi con un bello schiaffone dialettico.»

    Esempi di pucciosi languori si possono trovare qui.

  • Njord
    Posted at 08:26h, 27 March Reply

    ma nonsarà un’impresa disperata?

    ;-P)))

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 07:22h, 01 April Reply

    Nessuna impresa è troppo complicata per questi quattro scazz… ehm… per i prodi mutanti.

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