“I’m still adrift in a chaos of dreams and images, with no faith in myself, and no idea where I’m going, or what I’m for.”
I hate myself as a writer. I often write in a kind of a fog, and I dont know what am writing about.
“Oh, wasn’t it good before, Kostya ! – when everything was so clear, and life was so simple and happy – the feelings we had… feelings as delicate as tiny flowers. Remember that time? “орошо было прежде, Костя! Помните? Какая ясная, теплая, радостная, чистая жизнь, какие чувства, — чувства, похожие на нежные, изящные цветы… Помните?..
“If love worms its way into your heart, dig it out.”
“…who wants to marry a man who can’t even feed himself?”
” I once started to sing like that and one of the assistant prosecutors said to me. ‘You have a very powerful voice, your excellency.’ He thought for a moment, then added, ‘Powerful – but perfectly horrible!’ “
“I’m ready to give you ten years of my life, but horses I cannot give you.”
Pictures: Katrin Fegert