I Swear To You, Sirs, That Excessive

This Is My Last Message To You: In Sorrow, Seek Happiness.

What Is Hell?...the Suffering That Comes From The Consciousness That One Is No Longer Able To Love.

You Can't Be Angry With Me, Because I Am A Hundred Times More Severely Punished Than You, If Only By The Fact That I Shall Never See You Again.

My Soul Bleeds And The Blood Steadily, Silently, Disturbingly Slowly, Swallows Me Whole.

I Walked Along Nevsky Avenue.actually It Was More Torture, Humiliation, And Bilious Irritation Than A Stroll.