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It was hard and sour, but, as Poushkin said, the illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths. I saw a happy man, one whose deare...more

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Even in Siberia there is happiness.

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Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy...more

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Happiness does not exist, nor should it, and if there is any meaning or purpose in life, they are not in our peddling little happiness, but in somethi...more

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They were tough and sour, but as Pushkin said, 'Dearer to us than a host of truths is an exalting illusion.' I saw a happy man, whose cherished dream ...more