The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday’s blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill.
She would lift her peignoir above her knees and say to her husband: 'Give baby a kiss...' - Isaac Babel
She would lift her peignoir above her knees and say to her husband: 'Give baby a kiss...'
- Isaac Babel
The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fl… - Isaac Babel
The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fl…
No iron can pierce the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time. - Isaac Babel
No iron can pierce the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time.
No iron spike can pierce a human heart as icily as a period in the right place. - Isaac Babel
No iron spike can pierce a human heart as icily as a period in the right place.
There is no iron that can enter the human heart with such stupefying effect, as a period placed at just the right moment. - Isaac Babel
There is no iron that can enter the human heart with such stupefying effect, as a period placed at just the right moment.
If the world could write by itself, it would write like Tolstoy. - Isaac Babel
If the world could write by itself, it would write like Tolstoy.
No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place. - Isaac Babel
No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.
For me the whole world is like a gigantic theater in which I am the only spectator without opera glasses. The orchestra plays the prelude to the thir… - Isaac Babel
For me the whole world is like a gigantic theater in which I am the only spectator without opera glasses. The orchestra plays the prelude to the thir…
A well-thought-out story doesn’t need to resemble real life. Life itself tries with all its might to resemble a well-crafted story. - Isaac Babel
A well-thought-out story doesn’t need to resemble real life. Life itself tries with all its might to resemble a well-crafted story.
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