A true masterpiece... a delightful adventure to embark on, though the end, was especially troublesome... to say the least.
Having spent some time with a novelist last year, my mind really awoke to the world of english literature, something I had only studied at school with some of the more meagre texts. But following my encounters with this particular author, I took an avid interest into english literature and frequented the ‘aisle of dreams’, so I called the english literature aisle at the university library and it was this acquaintance of mine that I recall praised the character of Anna Arkadyena for her beauty, charm and for her resoluteness in seeking ‘love’ amid all the troubles that plagued her throughout her life.
I had read some pages of this novel at the garden of the ‘church on the hill’, which was sort of the midway point between my residence and the gym and this trek formulated part of my extended exercise session.
On one occasion whilst seated on a bench in the garden, it was quite adorable to see an old lady smelling some of the ripe roses, which most definitely added some subtle dramatic effects whilst trying to fathom the deeper meaning/s of Tolstoy’s pages of gold.
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