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“Rien ne peut t’émouvoir, ô jeunesse ! Tu sembles posséder tous les trésors de la terre ; la tristesse elle-même te fait sourire, la douleur te pare. Tu es sûre de toi-même et, dans ta témérité, tu clames : « Voyez, je suis seule à vivre !... » Mais les jours s’écoulent, innombrables et sans laisser de trace ; la matière dont tu es tissée fond comme cire au soleil, comme de la neige... Et – qui sait ? – il se peut que ton bonheur ne réside pas dans ta toute-puissance, mais dans ta foi. Ta félicité serait de dépenser des énergies qui ne se trouvent point d’autre issue. Chacun de nous se croit très sérieusement prodigue et prétend avoir le droit de dire : « Oh ! que n’aurais-je fait si je n’avais gaspillé mon temps ! »”

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First love

This novel delves into the tender and tumultuous nature of first love, capturing the raw emotions and transformative experiences that come with it. more

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Ivan Turgenev
Ivan Turgenev

A renowned Russian novelist, born on November 9, 1818, and died on September 3, 1883. His works deeply depicted the changes in Russian society, particularly focusing on the lives of peasants and nobility. His representative works include 'Notes of a Hunter' and 'Fathers and Sons'. more

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