Their teacher had advised them not to read Tolstoy novels, because they were very long and would easily confuse the clear ideas which they had learned from reading critical studies of him. - Alexander Solzhenitsyn<
Grief inexpressible was in
The strings' untiring twang and chatter.
Fresh oysters, waiting on a platter,
Smelled pungently of salt and brine.
He said: "I am your friend." And as
He said it, touched my sleeve. How chary
Of warmth those fingers were, how very
Far was their touch from a caress.
So cats and birds are petted, eyed
So is a circus rider slender.
A smile, one gay and almost tender,
Beneath his sandy lashes hid.
Behind the screen of smoke, a burst
Of music came. The fiddles shivered:
Bless God and thank him for this tryst,
Your very first with your beloved.