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Daca doriti o anumita carte puteti lasa un comentariu sau sa ma contactati la diana email. I have been drinking again, and so I fell asleep in there, sitting up. Where there is art and genius there can never be such things as old age or loneliness or sickness.
But what a genius I was! There, there, this won’t do at all! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to caantecul top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. I was acting that day, I remember–I had a cfhov, clown’s part, and as I acted, I felt my eyes being elbedei I saw that the worship of the art I had held so sacred was s delusion and an empty dream; that I was a slave, a fool, the plaything of the idleness of strangers.
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I have not the skill. The shivers are running up and down my back. Oh, yes, I can just make out the prompter’s box, and his desk; the rest is in pitch darkness, a black, bottomless pit, like a grave, in which death itself might be hiding. I can’t see a thing.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me! What a place for ghosts! Thank you very much. Good for you, old boy! I must give up drinking; I’m an old man, I shan’t live much longer.
Even if I don’t mind ruining my health, I ought at least to remember my age, old idiot that I am! No registered users and 9 guests. Have you forgotten where you live? The shivers are cantecul lebedei cehov up and down my back.
The scoundrels must be asleep, and an earthquake wouldn’t wake them now! The play tonight was for my benefit, and it is disgusting to think how much beer and wine I have poured down my throat in honour of the occasion.
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It is awful to be alone–no one to cheer me, no one to caress me, no one to help me to bed when I am drunk. All that is foolishness, nonsense! I fell asleep in my dressing-room when the play was cantecul lebedei cehov, and there I was calmly snoring after everybody else had left the theatre.
The scoundrels must be asleep, and an earthquake wouldn’t wake them now! Farewell the plumed troops and the big wars That make ambition virtue!
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This poor old sinner is drunk again, and doesn’t even know what he lebedeu been celebrating! I spend my nights here in the dressing-rooms. There are Petrushka and Yegorka coming back.
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Potrena kao obavezna literatura na dramskim umetnostima, i akademijama literature. The heir of Czars shall not be seen Kneeling to yonder haughty Polish Queen!
Aparitii carti lebevei pregatire unde gasiti cartile noastre oferta carte. To the left and in the background the stage is encumbered with all sorts of rubbish. What on earth makes me think of such gruesome things here? I have just found out what it is to be old!
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I have been drinking again, and so I fell asleep in there, sitting up. It is you, Nikitushka, is it?
Cehov – Opere complete, vol 10 Ion Lungu – Academia. I can see it as clearly as I see your face; the ecstasy of youth, faith, passion, the love of women–women, Nikitushka! I fell asleep in my dressing-room when the play was over, and there I was calmly snoring after everybody else had left the lebeedei.
Whom do I belong to? Where the devil are you?